Her blush remained, but her eyes narrowed. “You are still the arrogant beast you were when I first made your acquaintance.”
“Yes, I do recall you mentioning I was arrogant,” Daniel said cheerily, knowing he got under her skin with his tone.
“Being a duke has not changed that,” she noted. “In fact, I am certain it has made you even more arrogant than before. That is not a quality that appeals to me, Your Grace.”
“Lady Margaret, there is a fine line between arrogance and confidence. I like to think of myself as merely being extremely confidant.”
She gave a very unladylike snort. “Arrogant and bold,” she observed. “Not exactly a way to endear yourself to me. And that is what it would take for me to even consider kissing you.”
He was glad she was considering it. It gave him hope. “Have you ever been kissed before?” he inquired politely, as if asking her what her favorite food or color might be.
Her jaw dropped. “You did not just ask me that!”
He smiled, a smile he reserved for when he wished for something impossible. “I believe I did ask you that, my lady.”
“You go too far, Westfield,” she rebuked. “I know from what both Mama and Dolley spoke of that nice women do not go about kissing gentlemen. Why, Dolley even bragged to me that the first time she was kissed was after her betrothal to Lord Baxter. That she had snagged a marquess without having to share anything of herself at all with him.”
“Pity,” he commented. “Kissing can be ever so much fun.”
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