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When he got there, it wasn’t Gryphen sitting on the bed.

It was Graham.

“Well, that’s the wrong soldier. I know I’m not in the wrong room.”

He actually laughed.

“I’m here to get you ready for dinner.”

“For dinner?” he asked. “Get me ready? I don’t think I understand.”

“Lord Carter has had dinner prepared and to be served in the formal dining room. It requires a coat and dress attire. So, you must comply.”

He blinked.

“Lord Carter?”

He nodded.

“Yes, the lord of the castle. He’s waiting for you to join him.”

Well, holy shit.

Now, he was focused on something completely different.

Lord Carter.

The sexy man of the manor.

Chapter Nine

Thirty Minutes Earlier

While Ian Was Busy

Ravensmire

Eight P.M.

There wasn’t a minute to spare. Graham left the library, hoping Elizabeth could keep Ian busy, and on his way back to the Master’s Suite, he put a bottle of expensive wine on the counter with two glasses.

Everything was to Gryphen’s specifications, and now, he just had to get the man ready in under twenty minutes.

Hauling ass up the stairs, he knocked on the door, and he heard Gryphen inside.

“Hurry,” he said.

Going in, Graham knew this was going to be cutting it close.

“Out of your things,” he ordered, picking up the man’s shirt, and holding it in his hands.

Quickly, Gryphen began pulling off his jeans and t-shirt. When he was down to his underwear, Graham pointed.

“Drop them. Once you’re in the clothes, it’s harder to pull them off.”

He.

Was.

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