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Well if he caught the accidental innuendo then that was fine by her, she was irked to have been so careless but ultimately what did it matter, she was supposed to do such things with her husband! She wasn't ashamed in the slightest, he could think what he liked - he didn't even know who she was anyway!

For a moment she thought he'd actually missed the double entendre and was sure that he must be naïve or else a simpleton. Suddenly her heart skipped a beat, her stomach gave a sickening lurch, and she felt every muscle in her body instinctively tense. Seemingly without warning he was uncomfortably close but what had really done it was the arrogance of his wandering hand. Was it something she'd said or was he emboldened by the anonymity of it all? As far as she was concerned she hadn't even come close to issuing an invitation so she wasn't convinced it was her poor choice of words that had brought this about. What she did know though was that this was possibly the closest she'd ever come to breaking the clause of her vow that assured her fidelity to Tiberius on pain of death.

There was no way in hell she was going to let this upstart, this runt be her cause of death. Over his dead body. Rigidly, Tig tilted her face upward so she was in a better position to whisper in the direction of his ear. If you move that hand any further I will wrench your flimsy little spine out through your navel. The very real threat he was currently posing to her life inflicted a chill to her words, an earnest threat of danger.

She hadn't thought ahead to what she'd do if he didn't heed her warning but she'd put her own life before propriety without a second thought. No one could blame her in this case, not even Tiberius. At that thought she almost wanted him to push his luck.

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