A LADY FOR A DUKE
Bonnie led her to the big double doors of the Duke’s office and then pushed them open, ushering her inside.
The Duke himself was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. It was the most magnificent view, though it wasn’t the view that immediately drew the eye. How could a mere view compete with the man who stood there as if he owned it? Dressed in a dark charcoal suit that highlighted the width of his powerful shoulders and lean waist, he was a commanding, magnetic presence as he talked on the phone to someone. That deep, rich, melted-chocolate voice filled the room, whispering over her skin and making her shiver.