Earl In Trouble by Dawn Brower

Author:Dawn Brower [Brower, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Monarchal Glenn Press

Chapter 8

The afternoon sun spilled into the sitting room. Natalia stared at the stream washing over the chaise. It was the only seat left in the room, and she’d be blinded if she decided to sit there. She should turn and leave, but where would she go? To her room? There wasn’t a chance in hell she’d be able to escape so easily. Lady Anne would demand she stay and act as the paid companion she was supposed to be—after the morning from hell she had no desire for any repeat performances, from Lady Anne or Lucas, though the latter she did need to speak with at some point. Lady Anne could rot in hell as far as she was concerned. Natalia didn’t know how much more of insipidness she could take. The urge to slap Lady Anne silly nearly overtook her every time she opened her mouth.

Natalia moved slowly into the room, hoping with each step someone would vacate one of the other seats to make them available. The door behind her opened and banged against the wall. She jerked as a boom echoed through the room and raised her hand to her chest. “What..?”

“Where is Miss Benson,” a male demanded. His tone held a hint of irritation mixed with unbreakable determination. Like he was going to give her hell for something she had no idea she’d done.

Natalia slowly turned and met the gaze of an elderly gentleman. He held himself with a regal air and was immaculately dressed. His hair was light brown with sliver streaks running through it, and his eyes were the color of angry waves crashing the shoreline. His anger nearly reverberated off of him, and she was almost afraid to inform him of her identity. She’d never seen the man in her life and didn’t like the way he’d asked for her.

Lady Anne came to her feet and moved toward him. “Your Grace,” she greeted him. “I didn’t realize you would be attending the house party.”

Natalia turned toward Lady Anne and frowned. This man was a duke… Not that she cared about his title, but the fact that he was one must mean he was Lucas’s father. Lady Anne wouldn’t be so excited to see him otherwise. What did the Duke of Montford want with her?

The duke glanced at Lady Anne. “Where is this Miss Benson? I must speak with her at once.”

Lady Anne jerked slightly at his harsh tone. “Whatever for? She’s not of any import…”

“Stop placating me and give me her direction immediately.” The duke’s face had turned a mottled red.

Lady Anne pursed her lips and was on the brink of a monumental pout. She hated being overshadowed for any reason. It didn’t seem to matter that the duke was brimming with anger. The fact that he didn’t want anything to do with Lady Anne was the only thing Natalia found illuminating. “I don’t understand why you want to speak with her. She’s nothing, Your Grace.” Well, I adore you too Lady Anne… Sarcasm would probably elude the likes of her employer.

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