Lucien entered his townhouse on Half Moon Street in a rage, his jaw clenched and aching. Today had been a disaster. He'd let himself lose control, get too close, and he'd enjoyed every minute of it.

If it hadn't been for those warm brown eyes of hers, pleading for his kisses

The door to the servants' quarters opened and his valet, Felix, emerged with a stack of freshly pressed white shirts in his arms.

"Felix, I'm going out tonight. Ready my things."

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