You needn’t manhandle me,” she hissed, though she didn’t fight him.
“Trust me, Miss Butterfield, you’ll know when I’m manhandling you.” He stopped before a chair. “Sit,” he commanded, pushing her into it. “And try to restrain your urge to attack people for half a moment, will you?”
“I was not-“
“As for you,” he growled at her companion, “give me the satchel that caused all this furor.”
“Yes, sir…I mean, my lord.”
Oliver took the satchel from the young man, whose face was drained of all color. Clearly, he lacked his companion’s fierceness.

Auteur: Sabrina Jeffries