She struggled to pull her thoughts back to his question. The warmth of his chest beneath her hand, the wonderful feel of his hand slowly kneading the muscles of her back, the firm support of his thighs beneath her bottom where it rested on his lap, made the effort difficult.His lap?How had she ended up on his lap?She blinked once, twice. A roguish smile played upon his lips, his steel-grey eyes held amusement at her predicament.Claudia pushed against his chest. “Unhand me, sir!”His hand tightened. For a brief moment, she thought he meant to keep her trapped. Then he released her, laughing as she scrambled away.“How dare you take such liberties, Mr. Turner!” Indignation flooded her cheeks with heat.“I was only taking what was offered, ma’am.” He drawled in that low, Southern voice again. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed one leg over the other, once more the image of the manor lord.Claudia hurried over to the settee, settling into the furthest corner. “You…I…never offered…on your lap!”“You most certainly did.
