Chapter Nine Breakfast?
"Sorry, early riser, and all that. Besides, I thought you might join me for breakfast, Perhaps?"
"Well, since I'm already up. Give me about fifteen minutes, and I'll be down."
About an hour later Lord Roxton and Lady Krux sat at a small table on the terrace of a quaint little Bistro, overlooking two menus.
"So, Lady Krux?"
"Hmm?" she briefly glanced up from her menu.
"About the last question I asked you last night…"
"My room number?" she asked sarcastically.
"Noooo…"
"Oh, the one about, did I find you attractive, or not? Well, you certainly are entertaining enough."
"Lady Krux?"
"Yes, if you must know, I did find you attractive…"
He smiled smugly.
"…Until you opened your mouth!"
"You know, Miss Krux?" he grasped her knee with his large, callused, yet warm hand, "You're pushing it!" he spoke through gritted teeth.
"I know… and you love it!" she placed her small hand on his and to his surprise, did nothing but held it.