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“Thank you, miss”

And if he doesn’t regret his behavior yet, Louisa thought furiously as the girl left, he soon will

Louisa’s rage built to burning point as she tossed the ceramic plate, once a beautiful specimen of antique Iznik blue-and-white porcelain, into the trash She washed the silver tray and reasse a fresh rose in a silver vase She made another sandwich, exactly the sa stairs to the second floor

She gave a single hard knock on his bedroom door

“Enter,” his voice said harshly

Still furious, Louisa pushed open the door Then she stopped

His bedroom was dark

“Miss Grey” She heard his low, sardonic voice unseen froood of you to follow my orders”

His voice was deep, combative Hostile

Peering into the darkness, Louisa saw hi on a chair in the shadows, in front of the cold fireplace She set down the tray on a nearby table and, crossing the room in her sensible two-inch heels, she pulled down a switch to turn on the small lamp

A circle of yellow light illu a bedroom that was masculine, Spartan and severe

“Turn that off,” he growled, his gaze whirling on her The blast of angry heat in his gaze nearly caused her to stagger back

Then, straightening, Louisa clenched her hands into fists “You won’t intimidate me like you did poor Behiye How dare you attack aa tray at her? Have you quite lost your mind?”

His eyes narrowed as he slowly rose to his feet

“It is none of your business”