Love Letters (17 page)

She frowned, a crease between her brows. “It’s hardly appropriate for me to call you by your first name.”

He laughed at her jest.
But as confusion swept over her oval face, his laughter faded.
Was she serious?

“Drink.”
He softened his demand by smiling, his gifted, charmed smile complete with dimples.
“And your name?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to take the glass and looking thoroughly disgruntled. “Since you’ve given me your first name, I now feel indebted to give you mine.”

He parted his lips to respond when she held up her hand, cutting him off.

“I insist we be on equal footing.”

He didn’t know what the hell she was talking about, but he was intrigued enough to wait for her next statement.

“Grace,” she said in a breath of air, as if admitting some great family secret.
“Although it’s hardly appropriate for you to use it.”

His smile faltered.
An odd virgin indeed.
Damn, perhaps this wouldn’t be easy after all. She was going to be difficult. “My dear, you’re in my
bedchamber
; propriety doesn’t matter much.”

Her cheeks turned a charming shade of pink and although she’d met his gaze directly only moments before, she now found sudden fascination with the carpet.
“All the more reason to keep up morals.”

Morals?
Here? Was she mad?

Grace pulled her gloves from her fingers, one by one in a slow, unconcerned movement, as if she was in complete control. She looked rather unimpressed. And maybe she was. “Sir, as much as I adore small talk, I’d rather get on with it.”

Holy hell.
For not the first time that evening, Alex was shocked speechless.

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