A LADY FOR A DUKE
A no-nonsense, businesslike woman who introduced herself as Bonnie, Cedric’s PA, whisked her down to the waiting room outside the Duke’s office.
It was the most luxurious waiting room Anna had ever seen, with thick, pale, silvery carpet and black leather furniture. Black and white abstract photographs on the walls. Clean and minimalist and looking extraordinarily expensive.
Anna’s heart began to beat even faster and she had to resist wiping her palms down on the light summer dress she wore. When she’d put it on in her bedroom earlier she hadn’t given it much thought, since she wasn’t used to fussing around with her appearance. It had been cool, and that was the extent of her thinking.