““Well, perhaps I will go to my parents' house and see Margaret. I need to start shopping for a gown for our ball- I have many nice gowns, of course, but nothing anybody hasn't seen before, and I want to do you justice." She met his gaze then, and he took in the lovely, warm brown depths of her eyes, her full, intensely kissable mouth, that porcelain skin, and her figure, which he'd seen enough to know was spectacular. And seen enough to wish he could see all of it, preferably underneath his body. "You would do me justice wearing a sack, princess," he said, hearing his voice get just a bit husky.””
