A wager?

Amelie

I knocked on the study door and entered when his voice filtered through, bidding me to come in. “You asked for me.” I said as I stepped in and looked at him. He wore a pale blue suit with a pink shirt beneath. He looked adorably sexy with that perfect, handsome face and those bright eyes. There were sides of him, I was starting to see here. The morning one where he ran about with the dogs, talked to the horses. The Duke. The man who valued the people on his estate. The soft gentleman he becomes for me, as if enticing me to lower my walls. And the one with that intense gaze, and that ability to make me do something that I didn’t want to do to begin with.
“Yeah. Actually, let’s go to the library.” He said a little bit distracted as he picked up a fi……