Doris wiped her sweaty palms against her cloak. This would not be a pleasant night, she was sure of it. A hundred questions raced through her mind—she didn’t have an answer to a single one. Did he want her to serve him the whole night? Why didn’t he have another maid do this? Surely there were dozens of closer, more suited maids to tend to his needs.

The footman glanced back at her once they reached his door as if he was finally checking to make sure she followed. Doris released a shaky breath and put her hand on her chest to feel how fast her heart raced. It was...