by Wendy Vella
Lady In Demand
The Willful Miss Langley
Miss Phoebe Langley doesn't fit into society. She's willful and outspoken. Oh, and she once earned her living as a highwayman. Not the type of scandalous behavior appropriate for a debutante. She's also secretly in business with Viscount Finneous Levermarch's younger brother, risking his scorn and disapproval. But the arrogant Viscount's low opinion of her doesn't matter. Phoebe will risk anything, even his wrath, if it means she can maintain her independence.
The Disapproving Viscount Levermarch
Finn has never known anyone like Phoebe Langley. She looks like a Botticelli angel, but with the disposition of a she-devil. Shockingly forward and foolhardy, Phoebe is everything he doesn't want in a wife - despite the scalding heat of their mutual passion, desire and disapproval war within him, so Finn should feel relieved when Phoebe flees after a heated encounter. But too late Finn realizes he's met his perfect match and her forgiveness and love are all that he needs most in the world.
By Wendy Vella
Lady In Demand is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Lady In Demand published by Wendy Vella at Smashwords
Copyright © 2014 Wendy Vella
ISBN: 978-0-9922643-6-9
Dedication
This one is for the new members of our family.
Our lives are richer for having you in them.
Dion, Paddy, & Tracey.
Love you all
Wendy xx
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Epilogue
Thanks
Lady In Disguise : Excerpt
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CHAPTER ONE
“Oh, do be careful, Lord Levermarch. Those crab patties are a trifle rich, especially if one tends towards ill-humor.”
Finneous Barrick, Marques of Levermarch paused with the aforementioned crab patty inches from his lips. Lowering it to the table, he took a deep steadying breath and then turned to face the woman who stood at his back.
“Miss Langley,” Finn said, running his eyes over her perfect features but stopping before he reached her equally perfect breasts. “Such concern for my well-being, it warms my heart to know that you care.” He bowed in response to her curtsy.
“I care for the well-being of any person who is advancing in years, my lord.” She looked up at him beneath long lashes. Her expression appeared concerned yet there was a wicked twinkle in the depths of her brown eyes.
He smiled, although Finn wasn’t sure how genuine it appeared. He always felt off balance around this woman, and that was not Finn. He was controlled and in control of every aspect of his life, and had been since becoming guardian to his brothers at a young age.
“My aged heart is quite touched at your show of concern, Miss Langley, and may I add that the sugar-coated almond biscuits would suit your untutored palette. They do not have much substance…” He let that word hang in the air for several seconds before adding, “And are easily digested.”
That should keep her quiet for a few seconds, Finn thought, as her perfectly straight white teeth snapped together.
He and Phoebe Langley had verbally sparred with each other since the day he had met her and, loathe as he was to admit it, he almost looked forward to their encounters, as not many people talked to him that way. He never quite knew how to take her. She was outspoken, and appeared to flaunt the rules most of society, including him, lived by. She was unlike other debutantes, and he hadn’t decided if he admired her or resented her for her ability to be herself when, around her, so many played a game. She was rarely coy, nor held her tongue if she felt something needed to be said. Often she was snickered or sneered at, but it never appeared to worry her, duly. What was it about Phoebe Langley that unsettled him, he wondered, other than her physical attributes, which, if he was honest, were disturbing enough.
Because she’s like your mother.
Looking down into the beautiful face, he realized the truth in his thoughts. She was like his parent, and Finn had vowed long ago to stay well away from any woman who even remotely resembled his mother.
“Substance is a word that has many meanings, Lord Levermarch. Don’t you think?”
Luscious was the only word he had ever been able to find to describe the woman before him. She was taller than most and her hair was a warm golden brown, thick and full. Usually by the end of the evening at least one lock always came loose to draw his eye. He had imagined it unbound in various forms, curls or straight, coming to rest half-way down her back. He’d imagined it fisted in his hands as he took her mouth beneath his own. Her skin was smooth and creamy and beneath her feathered eyebrows, her eyes were large and the color of cognac. Framed with ridiculously long curling lashes, the woman drew men like bees to a honey pot. Dresses did not sit on Phoebe Langley; they draped and caressed the bountiful curves beneath. For a debutante, she showed far too much of her chest, Finn thought, wanting to loosen his necktie as his eyes passed over the swells of her creamy breasts as she briefly looked away. The woman was a walking temptation; however, he would never be tempted, he continually told himself. She held none of the traits he wanted in his future wife. She would be sweet and mild mannered, everything the woman before him was not.
“It certainly does, Miss Langley. I believe the dictionary states it can also mean the quality of having a solid basis in reality or fact.”
She pursed her lips, which immediately drew Finn’s eye to the pout of her lower lip.
“Something you struggle with, Miss Langley?”
The brown eyes flashed, and then she lowered her lashes. When they rose, the languid look was back in them.
“Not at all, my lord. Like your sturdy soul, mine is solidly grounded in both reality and fact.” Her voice was a breathy purr, which made the hair on the back of his neck stand.
“You do surprise me,” he drawled, enjoying himself now his initial reaction to her had passed. It always took him a few minutes of exposure to settle down. She was beautiful but there was something more to her that he reacted to, a vitality that was lacking in others.
“I see you once again favor the colors of mourning, my lord?”
Finn looked down at his jacket and the front panel of his waistcoat that she could see.
“Appearances are deceptive,” he said, opening one side to show her the thin ice blue thread of silk than ran in a subtle stripe down the side.
She laughed. Not a trill or titter, a genuine laugh that made her eyes light and those bewitching lips tilt at the corners.
“So you are not quite the stiff-necked peer I had always believed you to be, my lord.”
“Not all of us wish to be peacocks, Miss Langley.”
“Nor peahens, my lord.”
“Touché.”
“Miss Langley, may I procure you some refreshment?”
Finn had known he wouldn’t be speaking to Phoebe Langley for long, because her beauty dictated that she was sought by every man, be he young or old.
“Thank you, Mr. Phillips, that is very kind of you.” Finn watched the young man’s face turn red as she bestowed a smile on him.
“Phillips,” Finn greeted him with a curt bow.
“Lord Levermarch,
pleasure.” The man bowed so deep his nose touched his knees. When he righted himself, his fringe flopped over his eyes. God, had he ever been that young.
“Shall we, Miss Langley?”
“Lord Levermarch, it has, as always, been a pleasure to converse with you.” Finn watched as she slid into another curtsy which displayed the valley between her breasts. She then flashed her teeth at him, and with a flick of her cream satin skirts was gone.
Sucking in a deep lungful of air, Finn unclenched his fists and tried to ease the tension in his body, yet he was doomed as her scent wrapped around him like an elusive mist.
His first sight of her had been at the Twoaks Derby last year, and Finn had felt as if someone had sucked all the air out of him as he’d watched her smile at her sister. Her beauty was in every line of her body and had her personality matched, he would have offered for her that day. However, on closer acquaintance he realized that she was in fact a woman who spoke her mind and cared little for the opinion of others. These views were not dissimilar to his own; however, he had decided long ago that he wanted a wife who would be happy raising their children and living a quiet life. Phoebe Langley was not that person. Finn knew how perverse his views were, and that admiring the traits she displayed in men but not in her was unreasonable, but it was the way he wanted things to be, and living with volatile parents had only reinforced that belief.
“Just a few more inches and you should be able to take a mouthful.”
“What?” Looking across the refreshment table, Finn saw his friend, Lord William Ryder, had approached without him knowing.
“I’ve been watching you. That drink has been up and down to your mouth at least five times and you have yet to take a mouthful.”
Looking down, Finn noted the glass in his hand and wondered when he had picked it up. It was her fault, bloody woman. She was like an insect bite, continually causing him irritation.
“I’m told the crab patties are superb.”
Snorting, Finn lowered his glass and deliberately reached for one and then, placing the entire thing in his mouth, he chewed and swallowed.
“Your wife’s sister told me they are not good for a man with ill-humors who is advancing in years.”
Finn watched Will throw back his head and laugh. Tall and dark, women had thrown themselves at Will Ryder for as long as he could remember, but Will had caught only one; his wife, Olivia.
“No one has a way with words quite like Phoebe,” Will said, reaching for the last crab patty that Finn had had his eye on.
“She’s outspoken with little regard for the conventions of society, Will.”
Silence followed Finn’s comment, until finally Will said. “My wife and I are very partial to Phoebe, Finn, and while you hold the same place in my life, I would advise you not to speak too badly of her in my presence.”
“Will, I’m sorry—”
“I understand that she may have provoked that uncharacteristic outburst from you,” he added. “But just remember one thing, my friend. Appearances are deceptive, and I will add that Phoebe is one of the kindest people I know. I would also point out that whilst you rarely make a scene you are the most outspoken, opinionated person I know.”
“When was the last time you heard me outspoken in public?” Finn questioned.
“You told Lord Hardy he was a fool for believing the threat of poverty was abating, and that he had better polish his monocle better next time.”
“We were in our club. That’s different.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Finn realized how pompous he sounded.
“So what you’re saying is that a man can speak as he finds in his club or whatever other male bastion he is in, but a woman must hold her tongue until she is where? In her bedroom?”
Finn didn’t often feel shame; in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time. He always showed people the correct amount of respect and never knowingly insulted or upset a person to achieve his own ends. He was ruthless when required, yet never ignorant, or so he believed. Will’s gray eyes were steady on his as he waited.
“I have never suffered from the disease that inflicts so many,” Finn sighed. “I believe it’s called running off at the mouth,” he added, and was relieved when he heard Will’s chuckle.
“It is so rare to hear you apologize I am almost tempted not to accept. Alas, seeing the distressed look on your face, however, I fear I must.”
Finn looked out over the guests as the realization of just what this man’s friendship had come to mean settled upon him. He had not had many chances in his life for male companionship. Becoming guardian to headstrong twins at age sixteen tended to hinder friendships, but now he had Will in his life he wanted to keep him there.
“I’m not distressed. That look is simply because you took the last crab patty and I wanted it,” Finn said. “And I do apologize; I just rarely have the need to.”
Will chuckled again. “And there is the arrogant man I know so well.”
“I’m not arrogant,” Finn denied, and then when Will didn’t speak he added. “I’m not.”
“Of course you are. You’re never challenged unless it’s by me or your brothers, and usually you always get your own way in everything, again unless I’m around to stop that happening. I’m sure you’ll select a wife with no backbone, which will mean there is no one in your future questioning you. Therefore, I feel duty bound to do so.”
“I’m rapidly regretting that apology,” Finn muttered.
“Your brothers do their best to annoy you regularly and upset your narrow existence, but even there you are able to deflect, regroup, and walk away unscathed. It does my heart good to see you shaken now and again, Finneous.”
“I don’t lead a narrow existence,” Finn protested. “I lead a full and busy life.”
“Alone, with no one to naysay you.”
Finn looked over the dancer’s heads until he found Phoebe. She was smiling sweetly at Phillips, who in return was about to fall into her chest.
“I like my life,” Finn added, and to his ears he sounded defensive.
Will was silent for a while before saying, “Do you know, Finn, I think you should get to know my wife’s sister better. She is really a sweet- natured woman.”
Finn snorted. “I think not, my friend. Miss Langley and I may enjoy sparring with each other, but there is little doubt that a closer acquaintance would not be healthy for either of us.”
“Still intent of finding that perfect, sweet, and biddable wife you told me about one drunken night in India?”
Finn shook his head. “I wish you would forget that conversation.”
“Well, are you?”
“Yes,” Finn spoke softly. “It is my fondest wish, and I believe the search will soon end.”
“I know that when your mother handed the twins to you and fled, everything changed in your life, and that you wish for a wife who bears no resemblance to her. However, you have a lively wit and intelligence, Finneous. Can you not see that finding a woman with neither will leave you unhappy?”
Finn sighed. He wished he had kept his mouth shut on that drunken night. He’d told his friend far too much, it seemed. “Just because she is not outspoken does not mean my future wife will be dull, Will.”
“True,” Will nodded. “But having my own bossy, outspoken and determined woman, I want everyone to share my happiness.”
Finn laughed as Will had wanted him to.
He was subjected to another long look, and then Will stuck out his hand which Finn took.
“I wish you well then, my friend, with your hunt. However, I would ask you to remember one thing.”
Finn didn’t think he was going to want to remember what Will said, but he nodded anyway.
“Life cannot always run to plan, my friend, and remember that not all women are equal…some are worth far more effort than others.”
“That makes no sense, Ryder.”
But Will said nothing further and Finn watched him walk to where his wife stood talking
with another lady. He slid his hand around her waist and Olivia leaned towards her husband. He could never imagine Phoebe Langley relying on a man for her care and support or, for that matter, leaning into him. Taking a last gulp of his drink, Finn then made his way to Miss Arbinger’s side to claim her for the next dance. At least she was sweet and amiable.
Phoebe tried again to put some distance between herself and her dance partner. After the gentle, sweet-natured Mr. Phillips, Lord Hitchcock was the direct opposite.
“Please observe the correct distance, Lord Hitchcock.”
“Forgive me, Miss Langley. I simply long to be near you.”
Lecherous pig, Phoebe thought, forcing a smile onto her face as he leered down her bodice.
“As you did Miss Tatley, just minutes before,” Phoebe added, taking another step backwards.
“No one inflames my passions like you, Miss Langley.”
Lord Hitchcock was at least sixty years old and behaving like a man of much younger years. He was dressed like a dandy, with silly high shirt points and a bright orange waistcoat. His hair was arranged in some ridiculous style that made the top of his head look like an onion at the end of its life.
“I have no wish to inflame anyone’s passions, Lord Hitchcock. Therefore, I think it best we spend no further time in each other’s company.”
Around them, guests danced and chattered, some laughing loudly with the express intent of drawing eyes, others whispering as they gossiped about people who stood no more than a foot away. Phoebe often heard people talking about her, usually woman tittering about something she’d said or done, but she ignored them and kept a smile fixed firmly on her face. She knew some people found her outspoken; however, she would not apologize for it. Phoebe had decided long ago to be true to herself.
