I startle when the doors are opened, but the Duke doesn't let me get up. He surrounds my hips, keeping his arms on my lower back not to press on the bruise. Even though the bruise is on the front.
I don't have time to think about my husband's real intentions, because a few maids storm in with the food.
«Oh, dinner!» Alexander exclaims with such a happy face.
I look at my fingers playing with his shirt. I'm quite embarrassed to be seen in such a position by the help, while Alexander doesn't seem to care.
When the maids finish their task, they leave the room after a silent curtsy.
The Duke, however, doesn't move a finger to free me from his clench.
«Is my Duchess this hungry?» he inquires when I try to get up.
«No, but it will be a pity if the food cools down,» I utter. From here, I can tell that it's of the best quality. Also, the scent is so strong that it means it's still hot.
