She fought to focus on the performance, to appreciate fully this rare moment of actually attending an opera, but instead she found her mind drifting to thoughts of the man sitting behind her. The way his gaze had roamed over her as shed descended the stairs: almost feral in its intensity, it had set her heart to racing. She was not a newcomer to mens attentions, but they rarely lingered long once the reality of her financial situation became apparent.
Even wrapped inside the shadows of the coach, shed been aware of his gaze, homing in on her with startling precision. Shed been acutely aware of his scent filling the small confines. When she closed her eyes, she could see the fierce pride in his stance as hed stood in the entryway, a man at a disadvantage who failed to give quarter. Shed been cognizant of her own position, its unfairness; but shed never considered how difficult it would be for a man to pretend interest, for a man literally to hold his hat in his hand and hope he would be found worthy.
She nearly leapt out of her skin when Jenny touched her arm, leaned over, and whispered, Im going to visit the ladies toilette.
Can you not wait for the intermission?
Afraid not, but I wont be long.
Ill go with you.
No need for you to miss the performance when the gentleman who could get me into mischief will be staying behind.
But still, to let you go out alone
Im only going to the room designated for ladies to freshen up. Im hardly likely to be ravished in the hallway. Ill be fine. Besides, its the duke youre to keep an eye on and keep in line. Not me.
Louisa had to admit Jenny had made a valid point. What mischief could the lady get into when the main mischief-maker remained? Louisa nodded. All right then.
Smiling sweetly, Jenny patted Louisas arm before rising. She took a step back, whispered to Hawkhurst, then disappeared through the curtains at the back of the box.
Louisa was suddenly very much aware that she was alone with Hawkhurst. She forced her attention to the stage. It would not do to fantasize, even for a moment, that she was the reason he was in attendance this evening. She heard a scuffling sound, then he was sitting beside her. She was incredibly grateful that she wore gloves to absorb the sudden dampness of her palms. She focused more intently
Are you enjoying the performance? he asked quietly.
Yes, thank you.
I have never understood the appeal of opera.
And yet you keep the box.
For my mother, as I said.
It seems an unwarranted extravagance when one is having a difficult time making ends meet.
On occasion Isell the seats for the evening for a good deal more than they are worth.
His voice was tight, and when she looked at him, she could see what it had cost him to admit what he did, and she couldnt understand why he had chosen to confess to her. Perhaps because their situations were so alike. To Americans? she asked.
No. To my fellow Englishmen who suddenly find themselves with more money than they know what to do with.
I assume youre referring to the upper class that has emerged through hard work.
Indeed. They have means but not the legacy. It is an odd arrangement, and they are encroaching ever more upon oursmall, intimate society.
Mr. Rose says that our aristocrats must accept that their future holds work if they are to survive.
He may have the right of it. Still, it is a dismal prospect.
Less dismal than starving to death.
He flashed a grin. Are you a realist, Lady Louisa?
She straightened. I like to think so, yes. Its the very reason that I took a position as chaperone. Because I grew weary of waiting for life to offer me something when I was fully capable of acquiring my own happiness.
Being at anothers beck and call brings you happiness?
It brings me independence, Your Grace. I cannot say that marriage would have done the same. While I will admit that being waited upon is quite pleasant, I find it exceedingly satisfying to know Im in charge of my actions in a way that I have never been before.
She glanced over her shoulder at the still curtains. What was keeping Jenny?
How did your brother fare with Miss Rose yesterday afternoon? Hawkhurst asked.
Not very well, Im afraid.
He leaned nearer, bringing his wondrous scent with him. She wondered why shed never found the scent of any other man quite as appealing.
She did not fancy him? he asked.
Her mother did not fancy him. Unfortunately, Mrs. Rose had chosen that moment, shortly after his arrival, to come out to the garden. She was less than impressed with his title. She forbade him to call upon them again. I felt rather sorry for him. His pride had been bruised, his manhood battered, and while Louisa questioned his appropriateness as a husband for her charges, shed still taken offense at Mrs. Roses treatment of her brother.
A pity, Hawkhurst muttered.
There is insincerity in your tone, Your Grace. Do not for one moment think that I do not recognize that Mrs. Roses attitude gives you an advantage.
As I said, I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and without competition
Make no mistake, she said smugly. You have competition.
With whom? he fairly growled, coming even nearer, until she could almost feel the heat leaving his skin.
Im not at liberty to say.
Damnation, Louisa
Do not use profanity or that tone of voice with me. I have been honest regarding my opinion of you as a prospect. I will not reveal anything that might give you a further advantage than you have already gained.
Im not as bad as all that.
Do you deny that you imbibe to excess?
On occasion, perhaps, I drink a bit too much.
Do you deny that your sexual appetites are insatiable and that you take more than one woman to your bed at a time to appease your needs?
Closing his eyes, he pressed two fingers against the bridge of his nose as though to push back some sort of pain. What else has your brother said? he asked, with the low growl she was coming to recognize that he used when he was incredibly displeased.
I should think that was quite enough.
Indeed. He took her hand, turned it, and placed his fingers against her gloved wrist. She could feel the heat of his touch. Your heart is racing. Is it the thought of such wickedness or my nearness that causes such a reaction?
Neither. I simply have a very rapid heart. She tried to tug free, but he held fast.
And worse, he managed to draw her nearer, until she felt his breath skim over her cheek.
I was all of twenty, he rasped in a seductive voice. It was one night, and they were twins who proposed the notion to me. Im not one to turn away opportunity, especially when it comes in the form of a lovely ladyor two.
She was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. Jenny will be returning at any moment. It would not be wise to be found in this compromising position, and if someone else should look over
They will think we are merely whispering about the opera. They cannot detect your blush, or the speed of your heart, or the scent of desire that is growing
Release me now, or I shall be forced to slap you, Your Grace, she said.
He did release her, as though shed suddenly become too hot, a fire that could scorch.
My apologies. He leaned back slightly. You are the way to Jenny, yet, I seem to insult and offend you at every turn.
Perhaps because you do not truly wish to marry her, she said quietly.
What a gentleman wishes and what a gentleman must do seldom coincide.
The same holds true for a lady.
An unfortunate state of affairs.
Indeed.
I think it would be best if I return to my chair. He took her hand and this time, although he merely pressed his lips to her gloved knuckles, still she felt the moist heat of his mouth. Pink becomes you.
She wondered if hed say the same if he could see that she was pink from the top of her head to the tips of
her toes, pink with embarrassment, flushed with pleasure.
Thank you, Your Grace.
She thought she heard him chuckle quietly as he returned to his seat, giving her the impression that he did know that more than her gown was pink. She glanced back over her shoulder, cursing Jenny for taking so long. It seemed her chaperone was in need of a chaperone.
I have to go, Jenny whispered.
Another moment more, he said quietly, nibbling on her ear, causing incredible sensations to travel the length of her body.
Ill be missed, and what if they come looking for me?
They wont find you back here in the shadows.
They were in a hallway, ensconced in a dark corner, near an empty box that was reserved for royalty, whod had the good graces not to attend that evening.
I cant believe your chaperone let you come out alone, he said.
Laughing lightly, she leaned her head back, giving him easier access to her throat. As most, she believes it is the gentleman who is the cause of mischief, not the lady.
And you like to cause mischief.
As I have told you. I require passion, and one cannot test the waters of passion with a chaperone looking on.
You Americans are so bold.
Smiling wickedly, she pushed him away. We know what we want, and were not afraid to go after what we want. Reaching out, she touched his cheek. Now I must go. She kissed her gloved fingertips and pressed them to his lips. I will send word when I can determine how to arrange another meeting.
Even if it is for no more than a moment, it will be enough.
She felt her heart being crushed and shook her head. This was not love, it was passion: the manner in which he looked at her, touched her, kissed her. Theyd not known each other long enough for it to be love. It will be soon, I promise.
Before he could say anything to convince her that a few more moments wouldnt put them at peril of being discovered, she lifted her skirts and hurried down the hallway until she reached the doorway that led into the dukes box. She slipped inside and took her seat.
Lady Louisa leaned close. What kept you?
Im sorry. I had a bit of a headache brewing, and the performance wasnt helping matters, so I sat for a while with my eyes closed.
Should we leave? Lady Louisa asked, the concern in her voice causing Jenny to feel guilty about her lie.
No, Im fine now. She sat back with a contented sigh. She was more than fine. Every lady needed a good ravishment now and then.
Chapter 9
A fter listening to opera for most of the evening, Louisa thought the coach seemed unnaturally quiet as it journeyed through the fog-shrouded streets of London, its passengers either too weary or too preoccupied to carry on any sort of meaningful conversation. Shed never traveled with a gentleman other than her brother or father. She didnt know why shed expected there to be ample discourse. The hushed and shadowed confines seemed to call for something other than the type of discussions she was accustomed to engaging in during dinners.
She told herself that she was merely a deterrent to naughty behavior, that she was not supposed to engage Jenny or Hawkhurst in conversation, and yet
Thank you for sharing your box with us this evening, she heard herself say before she could think better of it.
She saw his teeth flash as he smiled. It was my pleasure.
He fairly purred pleasure like a contented cata very large catthat has lapped up the last of the cream. Did he have to constantly make innuendos? Or did she simply interpret everything he said as though it had some scandalous meaning?
Im always amazed by how quiet it gets when the fog rolls in, she said, anything to fill the silence.
I find it a good time to be reflective, he said.
Jenny laughed. Then you must be reflective quite a bit, because it seems there is always fog.
Louisa heard Hawkhurst chuckle. Perhaps too reflective. What sort of weather do you enjoy?
Sunshine, she answered without hesitation. Why would anyone like any other sort of weather?
I enjoy when it rains, he said. What of you, Lady Louisa?
She was suddenly very self-conscious and wished shed kept quiet. I like cold days when I can snuggle before a fire, which is a good thing as the manor at our estate is quite drafty.
Ive heard most are, Jenny said. From what Ive been told, it can be quite a shock to an heiress to discover that the manor house has not been kept up as well as the London residence. Is your manor home drafty, Your Grace?
There are spots where one can catch a chill, but I have tried to keep it well maintained for the sake of my mother.
You care for her a great deal, Jenny said.
My father, upon his deathbed, charged me with seeing that she was always happy. A drafty home that makes one frequently ill doesnt lead to happiness.
My mother once told me that I should pay attention to the manner in which a man treats his mother, that it is often a foreshadowing of the way that he will treat his wife.
Im not familiar with that philosophy, he said.
Is that a polite way of saying that my mother utters nonsense?
Again, he flashed a smile. Louisa wished she could look away, wished she could ignore the conversation, wished she wasnt intrigued by the glimpse shed been given into his relationship with his mother. It was much easier to dislike a man who showed no kindness toward the woman whod given birth to him.
I promise you, Hawkhurst said, that I shall not look upon my wife as I look upon my mother.
But if you are kind to your mother, it stands to reason that you will be kind to your wife, Jenny said. So it is simply a point in your favor.
Louisa did look away then. She didnt want to see that speculative gleam in Hawkhursts eyes as he looked at Jenny, the challenging smile that she was giving him, as though daring him to come up with ways to earn more points.
Louisa wondered if she should sit down with Jenny and tell her all the things she knew about Hawkhurst that would take the points away. She shouldnt be favoring him, she shouldnt be enjoying his company or looking at him with speculation and a hint of promise.
But Louisa was having a difficult time standing behind the conviction of her beliefs. He was not suitableand yet she was no longer entirely certain that she could proclaim him unsuitable. What had he really done to fall out of favor with her?
That would be lovely, she heard Jenny say. Jenny touched her arm. Wouldnt it?
Im sorry. I really wasnt paying attention.
His Grace wants to take us rowing on the Thames tomorrow afternoon. Wont that be great fun?
Of course, Louisa managed to say. Great fun, indeed.
It had seemed like the perfect plan. Remove Miss Rose from her home during the afternoon when gentlemen were most likely to call. Make her unavailable for their attentions and flirtations. What Hawk had not counted on was the closeness of her chaperone within the small rowboat hed rented.
Holding a parasol at the perfect angle so that it cast shade over both ladies, Louisa sat behind Jenny. She wore a light blue dress with a high collar, buttons in the front, every one snug and secure in its place. Nowhere on the material could he see signs of fraying or fading, and he wondered if this dress had also once belonged to one of the Rose sisters. Like Jenny, Louisa wore a wide-brimmed straw hat decorated with satin ribbon and dried flowers. It shaded her face and made the parasol seem superfluous.
Hawk had removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and set himself to the task of rowing with a great deal of enthusiasm, making his muscles burn in order to distract himself from the fact that Louisa sat so damnably near, a portrait of perfection, gazing off to the side, absorbed in the scenery. He could only be grateful that her attention wasnt focused on him, and yet even as he thought it, he was somewhat irritated that she could dismiss him so easily when he was having a hell of a difficult time ignoring her.
Are we engaged in a race, Your Grace? Jenny asked.
Slowing his frantic movements, he shifted his gaz
e to her. Was she not the one who should be garnering all his attention? He gave her what he hoped was a seductive grin. My apologies. I suppose I was simply
Smiling, she angled her head thoughtfully. Demonstrating your strength?
I will admit to enjoying sports and competition.
I dont know how much competition truly exists if the others on the river dont realize a contest is taking place.
Almost a dozen other boats were floating nearby. Hawk had planned to have a calm and relaxing outing. Instead, hed fairly worn himself out.
What sort of sports do you enjoy? Other than rowing? she asked. Croquet perhaps?
He scowled; Jenny laughed lightly, and Hawk found himself wishing that he could say something that would bring Louisas laughter into the mix. Had he ever heard her laugh, truly laugh? Not scoff, or scorn, or berate with a harsh clearing of her throat? Hed heard her light laughter, but he wanted more. He wanted her holding her sides, her smile wide, her eyes bright.
I do not consider croquet a sport. It is merely a game, one that allows for flirtation more than anything else. I enjoy lawn tennis, he admitted.
My brother is fond of that sport. I would enjoy it more if I were allowed to wear trousers.
That comment brought Louisas head around and a bit of satisfaction to Hawk. So she was listening to the conversation, not completely distracted by the fauna. He tried to imagine Louisa in trousers, shook his head. It was Jenny who was interested in wearing mens clothing.
I daresay ladies wearing trousers is something that shall never come to pass, Hawk said.
I disagree, Jenny said. At least in America. Years ago, Amelia Bloomer advocated women wearing baggy trousers like those worn by Turkish women. Even your Rational Dress Society approves of Miss Bloomers notions.
It is not my Rational Dress Society, he grumbled.
That drew a light laugh from Louisa, and he welcomed the excuse to shift his attention to her. I suppose you are a member of that ludicrous society.
She ducked her head. I support Viscountess Haberton and Mrs. Kings notion that a lady should not have to wear more than seven pounds of clothing.
If that is their stated philosophy, then I suppose I support them after all, because I prefer women with no clothing at all. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, as soon as Jennywhom hed forgotten was sitting right in front of himgasped, as soon as Louisa stared at him openmouthed, he regretted that hed felt a need to shock Louisa, to ensure she keep her distance. Which was a ludicrous action on his part when she obviously had no interest in him whatsoever. So instead of building a barrier that would keep him from even being tempted by Louisa, he had effectively ruined his chance of making a favorable impression with his intended lady.
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