Page 12 of His Savage Sweet

This morning, as I’d been getting ready for work in the small room I occupied in the upper floor of the castle, there’d been a knock on the door.

There stood a uniformed footman, Rufus, holding a gaily-wrapped package for me. To see Wulf’s name on the note, to open the package to find this gorgeous gown…?

It was like a fairytale.

He hadn’t forgotten me after all.

The gown was a deep green which matched my eyes, my favorite color to wear. How had he known? And how had he known my measurements to ensure it fit so well? I was hardly a petite woman, but the gown hugged my curves and fell in a shimmering pool of silk to the floor. It was cut high, which I couldn’t have predicted. I’d assumed any gown Wulf chose would be one to expose my body, but this…

Well, in truth, my body was exposed in interesting ways. My arms were bare, which felt strange, and the little cap sleeves fell just over my shoulders. I’d arranged my hair as well I could, pulling the sides off my cheeks and forehead, but allowing the rest to cascade down my back. That helped to hide some of the skin back there I’d never revealed to the public before.

Nay, it wasn’t too revealing of a gown, but I still felt exposed. Naughty.

With my small looking glass I couldn’t see the full effect of the gown, but my hands rose to cup my breasts through the deep green silk. This was the gown a lady would wear; the kind of lady who would dine with a prince.

And tonight, I wasn’t going to wear a corset under this gown. I wasn’t going to wear anything. With the size of my breasts, I suspected anyone who looked at me would be able to tell, but since I was assuming we’d just be trotting down to Wulf’s chambers, I didn’t think it mattered.

Besides, twisting and turning to be able to see more of my reflection in the tiny looking glass, I had to admit I looked…

Beautiful.

I swallowed, wondering what Wulf would think when we met.

A knock on my door startled me, and I scrambled to find the simple shoes—more like slippers really—included in the package. I wrenched open the door, breathless, expecting to see Rufus again.

It was Wulf.

The beastly prince of Faencairn had personally come up to the top floor of the castle to collect me from the servants’ quarters…

And he was gorgeous.

I thought he’d looked magnificent in his casual elegance when I’d met him in person.

But he was positively stunning in formal wear, all of his primal masculinity barely contained in perfectly tailored black and white. Too bad those forearms were covered. For now.

“Hello.” I finally remembered how to make my brain work.

…right up until he smiled, and then it seemed to stop working again. Oh goodness! He was somehow even more attractive when he smiled.

“Anna, ye look delectable.”

I blushed, not expecting compliments. I mean, I should have, if he was trying to get me into bed again, but I likely didn’t deserve them; surely he’d had dinner with more attractive women?

If his goal was making love to me again, I didn’t need the compliments. I was his already.

“Thank ye.” I smoothed my hand down the silk. “And thank ye for the dress, Yer Highness. It’s the nicest I’ve ever worn.”

“Wulf,” he corrected, his voice sounding strained as he corrected me. “Ye…ye deserve all the nice things.”

It was an odd thing to say, and even odder was the way he was looking at me, so intently. I had assumed he was there to try to woo me into bed again; although it was unnecessary, it was incredibly sweet.

But the way he was looking at me made me wonder if there was more to this evening…

I had no reticule, no wrap, no gloves…so when he offered me his arm, I took it, somewhat in a daze.

This was me, on the arm of a prince! This was me, all-but-tripping down the servants’ steps to the family wing of the castle!

This was me, smiling up at Wulf, and he was smiling down at me!

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