Dutton said to Fredericks. “I bloody well know she is at home.”Fredericks, showing his American upbringing, shrugged. It was an entirely inappropriate response for a butler to make. Fredericks didn’t appear to care.“I’ll wait,” Dutton said stiffly.He was not accustomed to being kept waiting. Nor was he in the habit of being refused an audience, and certainly not by the widowed daughter of a failed courtesan. Especially as he knew that Anne Warren had been doe-eyed around him for months. She wanted to see him; he knew that. This was some womanish punishment for kissing her, a kiss he knew she had enjoyed. He was not accustomed to having his kisses repudiated either. Anne Warren certainly had a lot to learn about how to treat a man, and he was becoming more and more determined to be the man to teach her.“I’m afraid that’s not possible, my lord,” Fredericks said.“Excuse me? Not possible?”“That’s right, my lord,” Fredericks said in his particularly annoying American accent.
