Sweet Duke of Mine by Jillian Eaton & Wayward Dukes

Author:Jillian Eaton & Wayward Dukes [Eaton, Jillian & Dukes, Wayward]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Five

I Don’t Like Dukes

Everett awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and a stomach filled with regret. The sore belly, he understood. While he lacked morals and generally good upstanding character, he wasn’t completely bereft of a conscience. His gut knew what his cock had ignored last night: he never should have kissed Miss Daisy White. Once he had kissed her, he definitely should have stopped earlier than he did. And under no circumstances should he have dreamt of her in all manners of undress and various positions until a beam of sunlight sneaking through the drapes proved a rude awakening.

“You look like hell warmed over,” Hollibrook observed when Everett staggered into the solarium where breakfast was being served for the duration of the house party.

Bright and airy, the room was enclosed in enormous rectangular glass panels with wicker furniture and large potted ferns scattered throughout, reminding Everett of his time spent on an island off the coast of Spain with a jug of rum and a curvy brunette whose name escaped him now.

Come to think of it, he was suddenly hard pressed to remember the name of any woman save one…and she shared her name with a flower.

“Coffee,” he croaked, raking a hand through his hair. Before leaving his chamber, he’d washed his face with cold water and changed into clean clothes. The bare minimum to make himself presentable. In the comfort of his own home, he could parade about buck naked if he wished (and give the servants quite the show). But here, trapped at one of the most established estates in all of England (just his luck) in the midst of an exclusive house party (kill him now), he wasn’t Everett Grimm, rogue and wastrel extraordinaire. He was–for better or worse, mostly worse thus far–the Duke of Aikens.

“Here.” Filling a porcelain cup with coffee from the pitcher in the middle of the table, Hollibrook gestured for Everett to sit. “Drink up. Lady Hollibrook has an outing planned for this morning, and you’re expected to attend.”

“But my head hurts,” Everett moaned as he collapsed into a chair.

“Then you shouldn’t have spent the night drinking,” Hollibrook said without a trace of pity.

“For your information, I wasn’t drinking.” Because I was too busy kissing the one chit you told me stay away from. “Is this what sobriety feels like? I don’t like it. I like it a’tall.”

“You didn’t drink at the reception,” the marquess said dubiously.

Everett straightened in his seat. “No. Well, I had a glass or two. I’m not a priest. But I didn’t even nip into the bottom half of the decanter, and what do I get for my trouble? A drum rattling around into my skull.”

“Your head is cleansing itself of its dependency on drink.” Hollibrook sipped his coffee. “You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Bloody hell, I might as well start drinking again right now.”

“Then you’ll just have to start all over again.”

“Is this responsibility?” Everett moved his tongue around his mouth, as if he’d tasted something sour.

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