“Why are you all buttoned up like that?" Cameron ran his gaze down the blackberry-shaped buttons of her bodice.[...] "You were happy to bare all last night," Cameron said. He let his mallet handler hover an inch from her chest. "Your bodice was down here."

Ainsley cleared her throat. "Low neckline for evening, high for morning."[...]

"This doesn’t suit you," Cameron said.

"I can’t help the fashion, Lord Cameron."

Cameron poked the top button with his gloved finder. "Undo this."

Ainsley jumped. "What?"

"Unbutton your damned frock."

She nearly choked. "Why?"

"Because I want you to." Cameron's smile spread across his face, slow and sinful, and his voice went low. Dangerous. "Tell me, Mrs. Douglas. How many buttons will you undo for me?”