"But Benedict Bridgerton was obviously determined not to be a gentleman this afternoon, because when she moved one of her feet-just to flex her toes, which were falling asleep in her shoes, honest!-barely half a second passed before he growled, "Don't even think about it." "I wasn't!" she protested. "My foot was falling asleep. And hurry up! It can't possibly take so long to get dressed." "Oh?" he drawled. "You're doing this just to torture me," she grumbled. "You may feel free to face me at any time," he said, his voice laced with quiet amusement. "I assure you that I asked you to turn your back for the sake of sensibilities, not mine."