Karen Witemeyer Quote

I have clean clothes and the salve you requested in the workshop, sir, the butler intoned. Miss Greyson insisted I tend to your back. Threatened to do the task herself if I refused. Did she? Darius grinned as he toweled his hair dry. The thought of Nicole’s fingers delicately applying salve to his scalded skin was a rather tantalizing prospect. Too bad it was also highly improper.