Miranda is not about to let some English duke tell her what she can do with her own inheritance. This is, after all, the twenty-first century. Luckily, she’s determined, hard-working, and maybe a touch devious. She vows to do whatever it takes to foil the duke…
The Duke of Devonwood could handle Miranda and her schemes…if only she weren’t so enticing.
“As for you, Ms. Foxglove—” The duke smiled. “I suppose you mean to imply that you are a woman of vast experience?”
“Let us say, instead, useful experience.” Miranda toyed with the ends of her hair, which just happened to reach the top of her boobs.
He stopped in front of her. “Am I correct in assuming that you’ve decided to use your sex appeal to influence my behavior?”
His eyes were cool, but they were definitely fastened on her stroking hand.
“You have such a low opinion of yourself?” she said. “I couldn’t simply be attracted to you?”
“Let us say,” he murmured, deliberately mimicking her, “that I’ve been the target of many a devious scheme. I try to keep my wits about me when women come on to me.”