Aletta's eyes widened as she sputtered. Had Reagan just directly proclaimed that he liked her?
How shameless could this man get?
Her stomach tickled and she took a couple of steps back as though the closeness they shared was playing with her ability to think properly.
"I-I should get the physician," she stuttered. "The news would reflect badly on your reputation if you died in a servant's quarter."
She turned before muttering, "...and on mine too."
She left the room, massaging her brows in frustration. Truly, the man needed to be careful with his words!
If he had said that before anybody else, it would not only stain his reputation, but it would also put a tag on her.
It was shameful and frowned upon by society for a man of his standing to fancy a lady of her status.
If anything, they would call her a prostitute, accusing her of seducing him.
