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hated her. There was some reason the woman had secreted her away in the kitchen, openly defying the earl’s orders. Cook had kept such an eye on Kitty and Alice that neither of them had the opportunity to talk.
    After stirring the venison stew, Kitty set the heavy wooden ladle aside and then wiped the perspiration from her brow. She peeled her sweat-drenched bodice off her chest. The kitchen was doubtless as hot as the fires of hell.
    One of the male servants opened the door and brought in a bushel basket of potatoes. Upon seeing the basket, Kitty resisted the urge to groan. No doubt it would be her job to prepare the potatoes.
    Her gaze drifted past the basket to the open door and the late-afternoon light spilling in. She could leave right now if she wanted to. She could slip out that door and disappear and no one would ever know…
    Was any story worth this?
    Perhaps she could just write what she already knew and investigate Bram through some other avenue of information.
    A quick glance around the kitchen told her no one was paying her any attention. It was now or never.
    Wiping her hands on her apron, she moved toward the door. Toward freedom.
    “Kitty Hartley!”
    The booming voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.
    Kitty whirled, stunned when her gaze fell on Bram Barclay.
    Her breath caught.
    Unable to conceal their shock, every other person in the kitchen bowed at the sight of their master. Kitty openly gaped.
    Bram’s massive frame dominated the doorway, almost completely blotting out the light from the other side. His face was hard and set, his eyes riveted only on her, and when her gaze met his, something possessive sparkled there that shook Kitty to the core. It was almost as if he seemed relieved to find her. Glad.
    His gaze traveled down the length of her body and then lifted once more, making Kitty burn with the awareness that he had not only seen her practically naked, he had spanked her bottom and then demanded she pleasure herself while he watched.
    Everything inside her grew so impossibly tight she thought if she moved, she would literally snap in half.
    “Am I going to have to leash you like a dog, Kitty?” Bram asked.
    She swallowed. Hard. “No…Master.” Something about referring to him as her master made Kitty’s insides turn to molten liquid that pooled in her abdomen.
    “I assigned placement for you in my private chamber, did I not?”
    Kitty’s face flamed. “Yes, Master.”
    “Then what are you doing in the kitchen?”
    Kitty knew better than to snitch on Mrs. Bush. Any answer she gave him would result in being…reprimanded. “I cannot say, Master.”
    He appraised her for a heart-stopping moment. “Come with me.”
    Kitty’s pulse pounded in her throat as she readily followed Bram, almost having to run to keep up with his wide strides.
    Why had she not left when she’d had the chance? This was insanity. How could she be chasing so willingly after this blackguard when she knew what he was capable of?
    He pushed open a door and Kitty found herself standing in a suite of sumptuous rooms.
    “All others, out! Now!” he commanded and the servants scurried to do his bidding.
    Awareness washed over Kitty. He was indeed going to punish her for her infraction. Now that they were alone, he could do anything he pleased to her. No one would heed her screams. No one would come to her rescue.
    This was beyond mad.
    It was dangerous.
    And already, she felt her cream gathering in anticipation.
    The door finally closed behind the last of the servants. Kitty’s heart hammered so hard, she could hear it pounding in her own ears.
    Bram circled her and it was all she could do to force herself to remain still, to keep her eyes fixed on a decanter of liquor on a table across the room. She knew her breasts were heaving with her quick breaths but she could do little to lessen her rising panic.
    Just tell him! Confess! Put a stop to this!
    Finally he stopped in front of her. One of his long fingers