She was aware of her catastrophic error as soon as her words left her. If only she could pretend this was the first time her mouth had her in trouble. The same cursed mouth was the only way she could think to get out of this. “I apologize, I did not mean to offend you. Truly, I made an assumption that was most uncouth, and I insulted you.” Angel was the one to move this time, countering toward his body this time.

Watching him carefully, she extended her hand toward the arm now holding his glass. She had bristled at the assumption that she was some common, corrupted woman, but she was no ignorant girl. Angel understood the power of those little touches she craved herself. Resting her hand gently on his forearm, hoping she had not truly ruined his apparent ardor, Angel watched him for her direction, hoping to guide him back. “What can I do to prove myself, Mr. Selwyn?” Unable to help herself, Angel allowed her voice to drop, her eyes again going to his lips.

She wasn’t certain where the night would end, but if she had him convinced her interest was in any way diminished, he hadn’t been paying attention.