If only he knew how familiar he was to her… but she couldn't tell him of course. He would consider her insane.
"Forgive me, it was a slip."
His eyes remained narrowed. "A slip does not happen three times, Lady Whitmore."
Everetta flushed crimson.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Sir Theodore."
He took a step back. "We shall see. You just might lose your precious hair if you do so again without my consent, Lady Whitmore."
She touched a hand to her chest. "Are you threatening me, Sir Theo… Theo." She looked him square in the eye.
If she had not looked just then, she would have missed the way the left corner of his lips quirked up in the slightest hint of a smirk.
Then he turned around and left her standing there.
Eve bit her lower lip and watched him leave.
It was not over - she knew enough to be certain that men like him never made empty threats.
She turned and went back to her room to find a piece of ribbon with which to tie her hair with.
