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head cook yelled.
    Kitty jumped but did as she was told, disappointed that her first real source had been quashed.
    Maybe the kitchen was not going to prove the fount of information she had originally thought. Somehow, she would have to get herself noticed by Bram again.
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    Bram stared blankly at the estate’s account books. Normally he had the figures ciphered and everything balanced in a matter of minutes. Now the day had waned as he’d agonized over the same column of numbers for hours—and still could not concentrate on anything but those thin cotton drawers concealing Katrina Hartford’s luscious behind.
    The defiant look in her midnight eyes had aroused him beyond sanity. And her breasts…
    He inhaled.
    Her breasts were perfection. Small with large, dusky nipples, ripe for the touch. It had taken all his self-control not to cup them in his hands, tweak her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and tug each one until he learned her threshold.
    He had sought only to frighten her away but she’d stood her ground and, when she had openly challenged him, he had not been able to resist moving to the next step.
    What spell had this bespectacled virgin cast over him?
    Bram banged his fist down on his desk and slammed his account book shut. Damn, damn and damn again!
    He should have called her ruse. He should have exposed her on the spot and declared she leave immediately. This was no place for a virtuous girl of her age.
    Still, he could not drive her from his thoughts.
    Her willing submission…
    The fragrance of her cream…
    He had felt her heat through those drawers and knowing he was the one who affected her, who had driven her to the edge of desire, made his cock swell painfully.
    Bram leaned back and stretched one long leg out straight in a futile attempt to assuage the pressure. His gaze fell on the tiny stain on the crotch of his breeches. Damn it all to hell. He was already oozing for her.
    Debating, he considered taking this matter into his own hand. Right here. Right now. But it had been years since he had been humbled to the behavior of a boy in the throes of puberty.
    Perhaps he should go straight to his rooms and show her the beast that raged between his legs. Maybe then she would be frightened enough to tuck her tail and run.
    He shot to his feet and strode with purpose toward his rooms. “You there!” he snapped at a shocked servant.
    When she turned though, he saw that it was not Katrina. “Where is she?”
    “Who, Master?”
    “The new girl.”
    The maid gulped, staring.
    “The new girl. Kitty Hartley,” Bram said.
    “I am not familiar with a Kitty Hart—”
    But Bram was already headed toward the housekeeper’s office. Perhaps Katrina had come to her senses and made good her escape. Common sense told Bram that would be the best thing. He should not be entertaining ideas about virgins when there was a plethora of other women willing and able to do his bidding.
    The long walk to Mrs. Bush’s office did little, however, to calm his rampant lust. He pushed the door open without knocking and eyed a stunned Mrs. Bush. “Where is Miss Hartley?” he demanded.
    Instead of dropping into a curtsey, Mrs. Bush stiffened, her resolve incongruous with her thin, birdlike body. “I sent her to the kitchens.”
    Bram stared. “The kitchens?”
    “I thought her impertinent and cheeky. A day in the kitchens will do her no harm.”
    Bram inhaled. “Woman, how dare you defy me?”
    “You sent no note with her. No letter of recommendation. How was I to know she wasn’t merely being deceitful? It wouldn’t be the first time—”
    Bram cut her off. “It is your business to know. And if it happens again, I shall send you packing.”
    At that, Mrs. Bush lowered her gaze. “I will transfer the girl at once, Master.”
    Bram started to turn to leave but then he stopped. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll get her myself.”
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    Kitty had come to the conclusion that Mrs. Bush