Iris entered the bedchamber with Zayne, and before she closed the door, she cast a glance down the corridor to ensure none of the servants had noticed them slipping inside together.
Zayne went to the fireplace and bent to light it. "You know, if you keep glancing about to see who is near, you will appear suspicious. They shall assume there is a courtship between us. Act as though nothing is amiss," he suggested.
"Nothing is amiss. I am merely here to see old dresses," Iris replied, closing the door firmly and turning the lock. "I would never be so inappropriate, and I don't want it to follow my good name. You should hear the way the servants speak of ladies who engage in those activities."
Her cheeks burned at the thought.
"With me? I don't entertain my servants," Zayne said, failing to light a fire.
