“You will need assistance in dressing.” “I just need to unlace the corset. Could you—” I realize how this is coming out, and I flush. “I mean—I don’t mean—never mind.” He feigns a gasp. “ ‘I never refuse assistance,’ ” he teases, his voice light and mocking. “Fine.” I lift my chin. “Unlace it.” The corner of his mouth turns up, his expression becoming slightly wolfish, which is rare for him. “Right here in the hallway, my lady?”
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