Taisiya knew she needed to escape this room momentarily to regroup. Duke Chapman's gaze was becoming intoxicating, almost suffocating. The longer they gazed upon each other from across the room, the more she felt unable to breathe.

There was an undeniable pull toward him, and Taisiya did not like it one bit. At the same time, her inner being hoped she would be followed when she slipped away.

Soon enough, after all the introductions, casually light conversations, and a drink or two, Taisiya felt it appropriate to excuse herself to the powder room for fresh air. After all, cigars and other gentlemanly treats kept the men busy.

She soon whispered...