---- Before, that would have disgusted me.


    Now...


    my cock was getting hard again.


    sek KATHERINE I wanted to scream like a lunatic, throw myself into the firece, or jump out of the second-floor window.


    And yet, none of that would erase that intense andpromising moment from my mind.


    For a second, I thought I should take advantage of it, seduce the Duke maybe hed slip and end up in bed with me.


    But the sheer humiliation of being caught like that, red-handed, kept me from even attempting to turn the situation in my favor.


    Tentered the dining hall without looking at him, my cheeks and ears burning.


    I imagined they were bright red.


    "Where do I sit?" I asked Mr.


    Wace, not seeing my te set in its usual ce.


    "Here, Your Grace" he motioned to the far end of the table.


    Thuffed quietly, the ghost of an ironic smile on my lips as I walked to my new seat.


    The embarrassment vanished in an instant.


    It looked ridiculoushim at one end of the table, me at the other.


    If what he saw disgusted him so much, then why the hell did he force me toe? I didnt think about anything else when the sacred meal was served.


    I focused on eating as if there were no tomorrow.


    ---- Psychological hunger was always at the forefront of my mind.


    No one spoke.


    The only sounds in the dining hall were the clinking of silverware against fine porcin.


    "Have the maids prepare a light travel bag for you.


    You reing with me tomorrow to inspect the southernnds." "What?" I lifted my gaze from the te, looking utterly dumbfounded.


    I swallowed so fast that I choked, coughing violently.


    Immediately, someone handed me a ss of water.


    "Duke, I must have misheard..."" "you didnt mishear" his cold eyes finally met mine, staring at me across the distance between us.


    "Since you were so eager to be Duchess, I think its time you start taking your duties seriously." His voice was rough,manding.


    Before I could protest, I watched him quickly wipe his mouth and rise to his feet, striding toward a side door without another word.


    "Mr.


    Wace, have the stable hand saddle my horse.


    Im going for a ride, "he ordered before disappearing, leaving me sitting there, stunned and confused.


    Why the hell does the Duke want me as hispanion on a business trip?! ?Dear diary of a fake Duchess: I have a question thats been eating away at my mind.


    ---- Can someone please tell me how to kill a rabid beast masquerading as a Duke...


    without leaving a trace or any evidence that it was me??