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This man tried to attack you.”
“He didn’t try to attack me,” she replied. “He just . . . He just . . . Oh, very well, he tried to attack me.
Truly, women were the most contra...
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“Nigel isn’t capable of malice,”
“All he is guilty of is misjudgment.”
“It’s just that he isn’t always terribly bright, and perhaps he mistook kindness on my part for something more.”
but he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off that single dark lock of hair.
Simon Basset very much desires Daphne Bridgerton.
all the world had already painted him a rake. What could be the harm? It wasn’t as if he were going to ravish her. Just a kiss. Just one little kiss.
Simon really likes Daphne, and doesn't even know she is a Bridgerton.
It was tempting, so deliciously, maddeningly tempting.
“I really didn’t hit him very hard.” “Maybe he’s drunk.”
And heaven help him, but he felt the strangest compulsion to make her happy.
Do you really want to be discovered with Nigel’s body should anyone happen to wander down this hallway?” “His body? Good gracious, sir, you needn’t make it sound as if he were dead.”
It was one of those boyish grins, the kind that melted female hearts within a ten-mile radius.
it was awfully hard to remain thoroughly irritated with a man under the influence of such a smile.
After growing up with four brothers, all of whom had seemed to know how to charm ladies from birth, Daph...
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Her chest was tingling, her stomach was turning cartwheels, and her knees felt like melted butter.
Simon is charming Daphne.
“Daphne? Did he say Daphne?”
“Your name is Daphne?”
“Not Daphne Bridgerton.”
Simon had no clue this woman he was charming was Daphne. The woman is Daphne Bridgerton, Anthony's sister.
Her face slid into a puzzled frown. “The very one.”
she had thick, chestnut hair. The famous Bridgerton hair. Not to mention the Bridgerton nose, and cheekbones, and—Bugger it all, this was Anthony’s sister!
Bloody hell.
Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend’s Sister.
“And who are you?” “Simon Basset,” he muttered. “The duke?” she squeaked.
“Good God, woman, you’re not going to swoon, are you?”
had spent half the afternoon warning him about
the effects of a young, unmarried duke on the young, unmarrie...
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The two were perfect for each other—madmen, the both of them!
“She merely wrote that you were a terrible rake, a fact which I’m sure you won’t deny, since I have long since learned that men positively
yearn to be considered rakes.”
“She then forbade me ever to be seen in your company.”
Your mother told you I am a very bad man and that you are under no circumstances to be seen with me.”
“do you think your mother would say about this little scenario?”
most of the emotions on her face were varying shades of irritation and dismay, but that made the moment all the sweeter.
Simon knew that it was past time to end this little game.
He's playing a flirtatious game with Daphne, its definitely rattling her.
Maybe it was the way her lips pursed when she was annoyed. Or maybe it was the way they parted when she was shocked. All he knew was that he was helpless against his own devilish nature when it came to this girl.
There were advantages to being considered a dangerous man, and being able to cow young maidens was supposed to be one of them.
“You’re a most annoying little chit, did you know that, Miss Bridgerton?”
a wide, enchanting smile that did odd things to his brain.
He was a man who frequently smiled; occasionally chuckled, but it had been a very long time since he’d felt such a spontaneous burst of joy.
“After all, I’m told that all of you Bridgertons look alike.”
“We do. Look alike, that is. Except for my mother. She’s rather fair, actually, with blue eyes. We all get our dark hair from our father. I’m told I have her smile, though.”
“He must have drunk an entire bottle of whiskey just to get up the nerve to propose.”
“Who would have thought I could be so terrifying?”
“Oh, Daphne. I luff you so much, Daffery.”
“Please marry me, Duffne. You have to.”
Daphne Bridgerton might be a marriageable female and thus a disaster waiting to happen for any man in his position, but she was certainly a good sport.
the sort of person he’d probably call friend if she were a man.
Daphne’s reputation would suffer a deadly blow if they were discovered, Simon wasn’t positive that he could trust himself to keep his hands off of her for very much longer.
Especially for a man who so valued his self-control. Control was everything. Without it he’d never have stood up to his father or taken a first at university.
