The Mad Bad Duke: Nvengaria, Book 2 by Jennifer Ashley

Author:Jennifer Ashley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JA / AG Publishing

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“Fishing?” Young Alex’s tutor stared at Alex’s schedule as though the word had somehow crept onto it. “The Grand Duke said nothing about fishing, Your Grace.”

The tutor, a youngish man with thin limbs and a sallow complexion, was Nvengarian but spoke English expertly and looked as though he’d never lifted his nose from a book in his life. He’d gaped in astonishment to see the new Grand Duchess sashay into the schoolroom on the third floor that afternoon and begin asking about Alex’s curriculum.

“I find that His Grace’s ideas on education are a bit lacking,” Meagan said. She gave Alex a sly wink, and the boy looked back at her, wide-eyed.

The tutor gasped. “His Grace? Lacking?”

Meagan studied the schedule she held in her hand. “Latin on such a perfect fishing day should be outlawed. You have cancelled his ride in the park, and Alex needs some sort of fresh air. Fishing is perfect.”

“But it is raining,” the tutor pointed out, looking triumphant. Meagan could hardly dispute the rain.

“It has lightened, and the fish will be biting. At home in Oxfordshire, my father and I would have had our poles out and dangling over the river long before this. Alex’s father is busy, so I will take the lad.”

“Take him?” the tutor asked. “You?”

Alex followed their argument closely, his head going back and forth as each spoke.

“Yes, of course,” Meagan retorted. “I am his step-mama. I can certainly take my own stepson to Hyde Park for a bit of fishing.”

“Hyde Park? His Grace will never allow it. Not as far as Hyde Park.”

“It is not all that far, and we will go in the carriage,” Meagan said. “Alex was to have riding lessons in Hyde Park in any case.”

The tutor played his trump card. “His Grace will be very angry.”

Alex winced, hope dying on his face.

Meagan tried to picture Alexander shouting at her for presuming to interrupt his son’s lessons. But when she thought of Alexander, all she could envision was him crushing kisses to her lips after she’d poured wine all over him, lifting her to the table and making wild love to her.

The dratted love spell would not let her remember anything but the way his eyes went dark when she raised on tiptoes to kiss him, the gentleness of his touch when they lay down to sleep. She could not think of him without wanting to touch him, to feel his strength under her fingers, to taste his lips on hers.

It was so very, very distracting. Meagan had tried to pay Black Annie a surprise visit earlier today, much to her servants’ distress, because the journey to the Strand was not on her schedule. The visit had proved fruitless, Black Annie having conveniently stepped out just before Meagan arrived. The cherubic maid said she’d no idea when Black Annie would return, and Meagan had gone away to keep her other engagements.

Meagan had then spent hours undergoing keen assessment by other ambassadors’ wives at the Duchess of Cranshaw’s garden party.

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