The Duke’s gaze dropped to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her eyes again. "And if I win, I want something more than your silence, Delilah. I want you to attend the Duchess of Marbury’s ball next week—as my guest. On my arm."
They retired to the card room, the air between them thick with a different kind of tension than the one they had shared for years. As the cards were dealt, Delilah realized that for all his talk of rules, Arthur played with a ruthless, predatory grace. Lady Delilah Dares a Duke by Sofie Darling
The room seemed to shrink. To appear as the Duke’s guest was to signal an intimacy that would set every tongue in Mayfair wagging. It was a dangerous dare, but Delilah Vane never backed down. "Agreed," she said, extending a gloved hand. The Duke’s gaze dropped to her lips for
