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SURPRISE ATTACK KATHERINE "Oh, for heavens sake, Im so sorry, Im so sorry!" I pulled out the handkerchief from the inner pocket of my dress and leaned forward slightly, bracing one hand between his spread legs.
I started blotting the stains on his shirt, my fingers working their way down the buttons, trailing lower along his abdomen.
"T think you should change.
Damn it, Im so clumsy..." "Its fine, Rossella, it doesnt matter..." "No, no, at least let me dry it," I insisted, continuing downward.
The wine had trickled lower.
Iwas flustered, too distracted to realize my mistake until my hand brushed against something hard.
My eyes widened as I became fully aware that I had nearly polished the Dukes crotch, where a growing erection was forming.
"Tlooked up.
We were so close, practically on top of each other.
His breathing was deep, heavyas if he were scenting me.
His eyes, those wild and breathtakingly beautiful eyes, locked onto mine with a predatory intensity.
I swallowed hard, my gaze drifting to his lipsso masculine, so kissable.
Just a little closer, and I could taste the Dukes mouth.
He must taste like wine and fruit, delicious...
---- But suddenly, his expression shifted.
It hardened, storm clouds swirling in those gorgeous irises.
"T told you Im fine.
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Sit back down," he muttered, gripping my shoulders and forcing me back into my seat.
Both of us were left uncomfortable.
The Duke cleared his throat and pulled his dark tunic closed, covering the evidence of his arousal, ignoring the stains from the drink.
He didnt get aroused when he saw me naked...
but touching him witha handkerchief had done the trick? This man was becoming more of a mystery with each passing moment.
"Now tell mewhat exactly did you discover to make you scream like a lunatic?" he finally asked, snapping me back to reality, reminding me of my earlier excitement.
"Those people are hiding something.
They re stealing from you, Im sure of it.
Ijust checked the wrong pen.
The hiding spot must be in the floor of the other donkey pen," I explained.
"Go on," he urged, intrigued.
"T went into both pens.
In the first one, where the donkey supposedly lived, there was barely any manure, and what was there was fresh.
In the other, there was a huge pile of manure stacked in the corner, but it wasnt as old as they claimed if it were, it would have dried out by now." "Well, well...
Seems you know a lot about animal waste," he scoffed.
"Mock me all you want, but thats the key.
If the other donkey died weeks ago, where did all that manure come from? And another thingwhen the worker tried to lead the remaining donkey into the other pen, the animal instinctively tried to go back to the one we inspected.
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