“I can guarantee that I’d much rather spend time with you than any other woman.”
She looked into his hazel eyes and waited for the next quip, the one that would water down what he’d just said. But he met her gaze without wavering as if those words were true.
“If I make you uncomfortable, I suppose you could solicit Glenbrook for the job. I suspect he wouldn’t mind paying you more attention.”
“Sullivan? Heavens no. He is a friend.”
“Then you would welcome his attentions?”
She paused considering his words. She supposed she could have asked Sullivan to do this favor for her, but Fletcher had offered, and she’d never even considered telling her friend about those men and their filthy suggestions. “Sullivan has no feelings toward me in that regard, nor I him. We are friends.”
“What of the other gentlemen who often seek you out?”
“Who?”
“Lord Travers, and Lord Barrow’s son?”
“Lord Travers is a nuisance and Michael is shy, but kind.”
“Many women find him exceedingly handsome,” Fletcher argued.
“I suppose he is nice to look upon, but I have no interest in being courted by any of those men.”
Fletcher was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “Before he left town, your brother made it very clear, in no uncertain terms, that I’m not to touch you,” he said. “You have my word that I will not endeavor to seduce you during our fake courtship.”
She didn’t want to give much thought to why that promise left her feeling disappointed. She didn’t want him to seduce her, so she should be pleased he’d sworn not to.