A LADY FOR A DUKE
But, of course, he didn’t.
Instead he moved over to the great black slab of a desk that stood near the windows and leaned back against it, folding his arms, studying her.
“You really are quite the virgin sacrifice, aren’t you?” he murmured.
For a second, Anna had no idea what he was talking about. Then she realized. “Oh, you mean the white dress?” She kept her voice as cool as his. “It was the first thing that came to hand.”
“I see.” His long, beautiful mouth curved. “It’s very appropriate.”