"I suppose," She laughed. "I'd be comatose after that much alcohol. I like it as much as the next person but I've never been able to hold it that well."
She squealed when he smacked her arse, getting off of the desk and leaning against the arm of his chair instead. "There, I'm not disturbing your precious papers. Now no slapping, I'll bruise and I won't even have an exciting story to go with it," she said, pouting.
Lettie noticed the rarely-seen look of deep thought on Miles's face and kissed his cheek. "Oh lord, what did you sign?" she asked, taking the marriage contract off of him and reading it through properly. Her Russian wasn't brilliant but she'd studied the alphabet enough to make out most of the words.
"Daphne Greengrass? No, I don't think so," she said, distracted by the contract as she recalled all of her Russian lessons. She'd honestly never been so glad that her father had insisted on her taking them. "Why? What's she like? Liam's besotted."