His words had the expected effect on her and it made his smirk widen.
For someone whose room had been broken into, her only worry was the mark above her breasts?
He leaned back against his chair and waited to see if she would bring up the topic.
"And I hope you realize that 'he' would not be the only person who would see it."
He picked up the cup of tea beside his serving dish, sniffed it and set it down without drinking it.
She followed his movements with a frown.
"I don't have any wine."
He shrugged.
"Your wine tastes like mud water mixed with marinated fruit."
Colour flowed into her face once more.
"How nice of you to say." She said tightly.
"'He' is not the only one I expect to see it."
Her gaze snapped to his. When she was upset, her eyes turned a very dark shade of green… and the sight did something to him.
"How would you feel if I marked you where all the women that fawn over you can see?" She asked, then coloured when she realized what her words implied.
