My God--the frantic words swept through her brain--don't think about it, don't. But her body was filled with a strange, warm ache, and she could only breathe in shallow gasps. It was all she could do to keep from thrusting herself at him shamelessly, crushing her mouth against his.
'It's all right.' His low whisper brushed against her ear. 'Don't be afraid.'
He had mistaken her trembling for fear. Good; it was far better that he think she was a silly coward, rather than suspect the truth. Mortified, Sophia tried to calm herself. She moistened her dry lips and spoke against his shirtfront. 'I'm glad you finally decided to do something,' she said, trying to sound impudent. 'You waited long enough.'
Ross made a soft sound that could be taken for either irritation or amusement. 'I was busy with Gentry.'
'I thought I would be crushed,' she said shakily.
She was astonished as he cuddled her closer. 'You're safe,' he murmured. 'No one is going to harm you.'
Realizing that he was more than ready to comfort her, Sophia decided that this was a golden opportunity to appeal to his protective streak. She knew Sir Ross well enough by now to be certain that he could not resist the lure of a damsel in distress. Although part of her cringed in embarrassment, she continued to cling to him as if she were overcome by fear.
'I called to Mr. Vickery, but he couldn't hear me,' she said, letting a plaintive note enter her voice.
He murmured softly and rubbed her spine with a comforting stroke. Although Sophia tried to ignore the pleasure of his touch, it spread through her body in an insidious tide. Closing her eyes, she wondered how long she could endure the slow caress of his hand. Her breasts fell full and heavy against his chest, her nipples turning hard.
Gently Sir Ross tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. The brush of his fingertips on her skin sent a ripple of warm sensation through her. 'Were you hurt in the crush, Sophia?'
'I...I'm a bit bruised.' Pretending to be overwrought, she put her arms around his neck and held on tightly. The closeness of his large body made her feel safe, supported, protected. She wanted to stand like this forever. He was her enemy, she reminded herself...but for the moment, that did not matter nearly as much as it should have.
Sir Ross gave a cursory glance around them as the hall began to clear. She gasped as he bent to pick her up. 'Oh, sir, there is no need. I can walk, I'm--'
He ignored her protests as he carried her through the hall. For a woman who was used to taking care of herself, it was acutely embarrassing to play the helpless maiden. However, it was necessary to further her goal. Turning pink, Sophia clung to the hard breadth of his shoulders. Fortunately, the constables and handcuffed agitators were far too busy to pay any attention as Sir Ross carried her through the hall and up a flight of stairs.
When they reached his office, Sir Ross set her carefully on her feet. 'Are you all right?'
She nodded, her heartbeat hurtling in a reckless cadence.
'I want to talk about something,' he said quietly. 'When you came to the strong room earlier, you happened to interrupt during a rather tense moment of the questioning, and I--'
'I'm sorry.'
'Let me finish.' A sudden smile curved his lips. 'I've never known anyone with such a propensity for interrupting me.'
Sophia managed to keep her mouth closed, and his smile deepened.
'Questioning Gentry is hardly a pleasant occupation. I've been in a foul mood all afternoon, and seeing you down there was the last straw. I rarely lose my temper, and I regret doing so in front of you.'
Sophia found it amazing that a man of his position would apologize to her for such a slight offense. Somewhat unnerved, she moistened her lips and asked, 'Why is it so important that I stay away from there?' Carefully he took hold of the loose lock of blonde hair that had fallen to her shoulder. His long fingers rubbed the silken strands as if he were releasing the perfume of a flower petal. 'I promised myself when I hired you that I would try to protect you. There are some things that a woman should never be exposed to. That strong room has contained some of the most vile people on earth.'
'Like Nick Gentry?'
Sir Ross frowned. 'Yes. It is bad enough that you are exposed to the rabble who cross through the Bow Street office daily. But I won't allow you in the vicinity of men like Gentry.'
'I am hardly a child who needs to be sheltered. I am a woman of twenty-eight.'
For some reason the remark caused his eyes to gleam with amusement. 'Well, despite your vast number of years, I would like to preserve as much of your innocence as possible.'
'But I am not innocent. You know that, after what I've told you of my past.'
He released the lock of her hair and framed the sides of her face with the tips of his fingers. 'Youare an innocent, Sophia. As I've said from the beginning, you should not be working here. You should be married to a man who will take care of you.'
'I don't want to marry, ever.'
'No?' To her surprise, he did not jeer or laugh. 'Why not? Because of your disappointment in love? That will fade in time.'
'Will it?' she asked, not believing him. It wasn't what she had learned about Anthony that had made her a skeptic about love. It was what she had learned about herself.
'There are many men worth trusting,' he told her seriously. 'Men who will give you the honesty and respect you deserve. You'll find one of them someday, and marry him.'
Sophia sent him a flirtatious glance from beneath her lashes. 'But if I left Bow Street, who would take care of you?'
A gruff laugh escaped him, and his hands dropped from her face. But his searching gaze held hers, and Sophia felt her insides tighten in response.
'You can't spend the rest of your life working for a surly old magistrate at the Bow Street public office,' he said.
Sophia smiled at the way Sir Ross described himself. Rather than argue the point, however, she stepped away and viewed his office critically. 'I will tidy up in here.'
Sir Ross shook his head. 'It is late. You need to rest. Your work will wait until the morrow.'
'Very well. I shall retire for the evening...if you will also.'
He seemed vaguely annoyed by the suggestion. 'No, I still have much to do. Good night, Miss Sydney.' Sophia knew that she should obey without further comment. But the shadows beneath his eyes and the deep brackets on the sides of his lips were proof that he was exhausted. Good heavens, why must he push himself so hard?
'I don't require any more sleep than you do, sir. If you stay up late, I am capable of doing the same. I also have work to do.'
His brows lowered in a forbidding scowl. 'Go to bed, Miss Sydney.'
Sophia did not flinch. 'Not until you do.'
'My bedtime has nothing to do with yours,' he said curtly, 'unless you are suggesting that we go to bed together.'
Clearly, the remark was meant to intimidate her into silence.
A reckless reply came to mind, one so bold that she bit her tongue to keep from speaking. And then she thought,Why not ? It was time to declare her sexual interest in him...time to advance her plan of seduction one more step.
'All right' she said quickly. 'If that is what it takes to make you get the rest you require--so be it.'
His dark face went blank. The lengthy silence that ensued was evidence of how greatly she had surprised him.My God , she thought in a flutter of panic.Now I've done it . She could not predict how Sir Ross would respond. Being a gentleman--a notoriously celibate one--he might refuse her proposition. However, there was something in his expression--a flicker in his gray eyes--that made her wonder if he might not accept the impulsive invitation. And if he did, she would have to carry it out and sleep with him. The thought jarred her very soul. This was what she had planned, what she had wanted to achieve, but she was suddenly terrified.
Terrified by the realization of how much she wanted him.
Slowly Sir Ross approached, following as she backed away one step, then another, until her spine was flattened against the door. His alert gaze did not move from her flushed face as he braced his hands on the door,
