Rufus Drake: Duke of Wickedness. Carole Mortimer

with laughter.

      At her expense.

      Which was not at all flattering when her intention had been to charm.

      “I am glad you find this situation amusing, sir,” she finally snapped frostily.

      He continued to chuckle for several more moments before finally straightening. “I find you entertaining, Anna,” he corrected gruffly. “Tell me, does the helpless fluttering of your eyelashes usually work on unsuspecting gentlemen?”

      Anna gave a disgruntled frown as she admitted, “Always.”

      “Utter fools, all of them!” He gave a bemused shake of his head. “And what makes you think I might be a gentleman?”

      Anna swallowed warily as she saw there was now a predatory edge to his gaze as he looked up at her in challenge, again making her aware of the depth of the danger she had placed herself in with her impulsiveness.

      After all, she knew nothing about this man, other than he was obviously wealthy and that his name was Rufus. And that she was currently vulnerable to his every whim.