“Of course.” He straightened his jacket. “Allow me.” He unlocked the door and offered her his arm.
“I’m not sure of our schedule,” she said thoughtfully, placing her hand on his jacket and allowing him to lead her out of the room and back down the hallway. “But we only have a few days left here in London, I believe. It was but a short visit.”
“I’m desolate,” he said.
“Well, if we don’t meet before then, then I shall look forward to learning of your presence at FitzArden Hall. Do send a message when you arrive.”
“So that we can fuck.”
“Ssshh.” She held her fan to her lips. “People might hear. And misunderstand.”
“There isn’t muchtomisunderstand, Letitia.”
She looked at him as they re-entered the ballroom to see the rest of the guests emerging from the supper room. “James, are you upset with me for some reason?”
“Of course not.”
She could’ve sworn his teeth were clenched. “Well that’s good,” she smiled, deciding to ignore him. It was probably his cock giving him trouble. She’d read about how uncomfortable it could be for a man denied his release. “It will be better for you next time, I’m sure.”
Patting his arm, she dipped him a curtsey and walked away.
Men can be so obtuse at times.
