“Besides, they’ll all know soon enough, won’t they? That I’m your mistress?” He snorted, hitting the bed with one arm as he sprawled. She raised a delicate eyebrow. “That is what you want, isn’t it?” “I can’t have what I want.” “Can’t you?” Her voice was light, nearly careless. “But you’re the Duke of Wakefield, one of the most powerful men in England.”
