shoulders.
Confusion wrapped around her yet her skin warmed from his words. She barely knew the man. How could she respond like this? And furthermore, why wasn’t she negating what he said?
“And you have dreamed about me for even longer.” The Duke’s voice drew her out of her ruminations, and she jerked suddenly, taking a backward step toward the door.
Her skin tingled, and she took a stumbling step backwards. How could he know anything about her dreams?
“You’re wondering how I could know what you see at night. Abigail.” His softly insistent voice compelled her to turn around.
He was so close. How had he gotten behind her? His eyes glittered like blue diamonds set against a bed of black silk, and she sensed the danger even as she looked into the liquid pools. “Who are you?”
“I am your destiny.”
Abby stared at him a brief moment longer before her legs gave way and darkness enveloped her.
Chapter Two
She came to with a pounding headache and rage curling her insides. Destiny my ass . The minute she hopped a redeye back to the States, she would fire up her laptop and begin a lengthy dissertation on the horrid nature of this particular London Duke. By the time she was finished, that title would be worth no more than a bag of popcorn at the local movie theater.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself to a sitting position. The realization that she wore little more than a flimsy nightgown brought a downward curl to her lips. No doubt the Duke had fun undressing her while she’d been practically comatose. Heartless bastard.
A quick survey of her surroundings didn’t put her mind at ease. Where were the modern conveniences of today’s society? Why was she seeing a porcelain stand with pitcher and water basin next to the bed? And what about the lights? Did the Duke not believe in electricity?
Her teeth chattering, she swept her gaze to the opposite side of the room. Downstairs, she’d caught a glimpse of the rich furnishings and gilded entranceway, but here, inside the obviously masculine bedroom, she’d been thrust into another century.
The bedroom door swung wide, and the doorway filled with the Duke’s massive frame. Intimidating and breathtaking, he walked toward her. Abby jumped to her feet and immediately swayed, reaching behind her to grasp hold of the bedpost. Instantly, he was there, guiding her back to the mattress behind her, but she shook him off.
“I’m fine.” His touch had wreaked havoc inside her body, causing her heart to hammer against her ribcage. He made every nerve ending in her body come to life with just the slightest feel of his fingers. She could only imagine what he could with the other parts of his body.
He frowned. “You should lie down. It is possible you are still feeling jet lag from your flight.”
She muttered a word which was crude in any language and pushed her thick mass of hair away from her eyes, shaking off the Duke’s hand. “I can stand on my own, and I have no intentions of lying back down.”
“Are you always this stubborn?” Though the words held a bite, his lips curved upwardly like he was secretly amused.
Abby wasn’t even in the vicinity of amused. “You know, you really have some nerve. Feeding me all that nonsense about knowing me and…and…destiny. Well,” she waggled a finger in his face for emphasis. “I don’t know what you thought my coming here would do for you, but I’m not staying. And believe me when I tell you the last thing you’re going to want to see is my article about you and Castle Lehr.”
One eyebrow arched like her threat meant little to him. Abby wanted to punch him, to wipe that smug look of superiority off his face. “Why leave the one place that could satisfy all your deepest fantasies?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Fantasies? Who said anything about fantasies? I’m leaving, and if you try to stand in my way, there
Confusion wrapped around her yet her skin warmed from his words. She barely knew the man. How could she respond like this? And furthermore, why wasn’t she negating what he said?
“And you have dreamed about me for even longer.” The Duke’s voice drew her out of her ruminations, and she jerked suddenly, taking a backward step toward the door.
Her skin tingled, and she took a stumbling step backwards. How could he know anything about her dreams?
“You’re wondering how I could know what you see at night. Abigail.” His softly insistent voice compelled her to turn around.
He was so close. How had he gotten behind her? His eyes glittered like blue diamonds set against a bed of black silk, and she sensed the danger even as she looked into the liquid pools. “Who are you?”
“I am your destiny.”
Abby stared at him a brief moment longer before her legs gave way and darkness enveloped her.
Chapter Two
She came to with a pounding headache and rage curling her insides. Destiny my ass . The minute she hopped a redeye back to the States, she would fire up her laptop and begin a lengthy dissertation on the horrid nature of this particular London Duke. By the time she was finished, that title would be worth no more than a bag of popcorn at the local movie theater.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself to a sitting position. The realization that she wore little more than a flimsy nightgown brought a downward curl to her lips. No doubt the Duke had fun undressing her while she’d been practically comatose. Heartless bastard.
A quick survey of her surroundings didn’t put her mind at ease. Where were the modern conveniences of today’s society? Why was she seeing a porcelain stand with pitcher and water basin next to the bed? And what about the lights? Did the Duke not believe in electricity?
Her teeth chattering, she swept her gaze to the opposite side of the room. Downstairs, she’d caught a glimpse of the rich furnishings and gilded entranceway, but here, inside the obviously masculine bedroom, she’d been thrust into another century.
The bedroom door swung wide, and the doorway filled with the Duke’s massive frame. Intimidating and breathtaking, he walked toward her. Abby jumped to her feet and immediately swayed, reaching behind her to grasp hold of the bedpost. Instantly, he was there, guiding her back to the mattress behind her, but she shook him off.
“I’m fine.” His touch had wreaked havoc inside her body, causing her heart to hammer against her ribcage. He made every nerve ending in her body come to life with just the slightest feel of his fingers. She could only imagine what he could with the other parts of his body.
He frowned. “You should lie down. It is possible you are still feeling jet lag from your flight.”
She muttered a word which was crude in any language and pushed her thick mass of hair away from her eyes, shaking off the Duke’s hand. “I can stand on my own, and I have no intentions of lying back down.”
“Are you always this stubborn?” Though the words held a bite, his lips curved upwardly like he was secretly amused.
Abby wasn’t even in the vicinity of amused. “You know, you really have some nerve. Feeding me all that nonsense about knowing me and…and…destiny. Well,” she waggled a finger in his face for emphasis. “I don’t know what you thought my coming here would do for you, but I’m not staying. And believe me when I tell you the last thing you’re going to want to see is my article about you and Castle Lehr.”
One eyebrow arched like her threat meant little to him. Abby wanted to punch him, to wipe that smug look of superiority off his face. “Why leave the one place that could satisfy all your deepest fantasies?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Fantasies? Who said anything about fantasies? I’m leaving, and if you try to stand in my way, there
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