Chapter 10

“You’re laughing at me.” Not that I really minded.

“No. I think it’s very sweet.”

“I just don’t want you to be embarrassed to be seen with me.” As a Llewellyn, I knew how important it was to make sure I was always dressed appropriately.

“As if that could ever happen.”

“Now that’s very sweet.”

“I’m a cutthroat, Kipp. Any of my competitors will tell you that.”

“But I’m not your competition, am I?”

“No. I hope you’ll remember that. Excuse me a moment. Yes, Armitage?” He must have put his hand over his phone, because I couldn’t distinguish his conversation with whoever this Armitage was, but after a few minutes, he said, “I’m sorry, Kipp. That was my personal assistant.”

“You’re busy. You should have told me. I’d better let you go.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

That did it. Between his voice, fantasizing about what he’d do to me during that carriage ride, and the memory of his kisses, I gasped and climaxed.

“Are you all right, Kipp?”