Then Comes Seduction

Though of course it would not be all her fault at all-or even nearly all. How could an innocent be expected to contend against his considerable experience?

He felt suddenly and viciously angry. He was not accustomed to thinking at such moments-especially such thoughts. He was heartless. He was without conscience. He was an unprincipled rake. And he had a wager to win.

He cupped her with one palm, his hand between her open, inviting heat and the instrument of her violation.

“Miss Huxtable,” he said in a voice that sounded shockingly normal, “you are about to cost me several hundred guineas.”

And his pride and reputation. He would be the laughingstock.

“What?” Her voice sounded bewildered. It was slightly high-pitched.

“That is what it is going to cost me for denying myself the ultimate pleasure of mounting you and slaking my lust on you,” he said, enunciating each word very clearly lest she-and perhaps he too-not understand.

“What?” She had still not even begun to understand. Her voice was thin and bewildered.

“There has been a wager on the books in one of the gentlemen’s clubs for the past four days,” he told her bluntly, “hotly contested by a large number of the members, that I cannot seduce you before two weeks have passed-seduction meaning full sexual intercourse. Full penetration of your body. Which will not happen here tonight. Not now, not ever. Not because you have said no, Miss Huxtable, as you ought to have done with firm moral outrage as soon as I enticed you off the main path and every moment since then, but because I say no.”

“What?” She could not seem to find anything else to say. But there was more alarm in her voice now.

He took a step back and let her skirts drop about her legs while he buttoned up his breeches again. He pulled the bodice of her gown none too gently up over her breasts since she had made no move to do it herself.

“This was all planned, Miss Huxtable,” he explained with cold, brutal honesty. “Right down to Gooding’s curricle accident, which prevented him from coming this evening and gave me the opportunity to take his place. This was all planned and would have proceeded without a flaw if I had not just now decided that a wager so easily won was a wager not really worth winning after all. You may take your virtue home to bed with you tonight with my compliments. Now we must make our way back to Lady Beaton’s box before your reputation suffers serious damage after all. Even now I do not doubt you will have to endure her frowns.”

All his anger was directed against her-outwardly at least. For the moment she was a convenient target for an emotion that was quite unfamiliar to him. He had not even assigned the word guilt to it yet and perhaps never would.

He never allowed himself to feel guilt over anything he did. He prided himself upon having no heart. No conscience. He had spent long years cultivating the reputation he had.

A desirable woman had been his for the taking this evening. So had the winning of a lucrative wager and the awed adulation of all his male acquaintances.

He had not taken any of it. For once in his life, he had not taken. Because he had chosen not to. Because he was bored with her, bored with himself.

Or so he chose to believe.

Truth to tell, he did not know why he had stopped. It was something totally new to his experience. And he was angry and frustrated.

“I do not believe you.” She had her fingers spread over the bare flesh above her bosom, as if to protect her modesty-a gesture somewhat akin to shutting the stable door after the horse had bolted. Her voice was shaking. Her teeth chattered audibly after the words were out.

“Do you not?” he said curtly. “You think I am making polite small talk, Miss Huxtable? You were warned that I am a rake of the worst order. You ought to heed such warnings, especially when they come from someone like Con Huxtable, who knows me very well indeed. You ought to have known what was happening as soon as I singled you out for attention back on the grand avenue-or even sooner, when I gazed at you eating your strawberry in the box. And you doubtless did know-you surely cannot be such an innocent as to have been entirely ignorant of my intentions. But you thought you were strong enough and worldly enough to handle me, did you not? Women are prone to the belief that they can handle and even reform society’s rakehells and tame them with love. Is that what you were envisioning with me this evening?”

She did not answer immediately. Her arms had fallen to her sides. At any moment he expected hysterics or tears. And damn it all, he was going to have to find a way of dealing with it. And why the devil was he being so brutal to her?

“No, not at all actually,” she said. Her voice had stopped shaking. “I thought to take some pleasure from you, Lord Montford, since you are so very famous for giving it. Alas, that fame has been greatly exaggerated. You have disappointed me. I expected a great deal better of such a notorious rake. And why ever would I wish to reform you when you are a disappointment as you are, or tame you when you are already far too bland? I have no such ambition, you will be relieved to know. Yes, let us go back, by all means. There is nothing more to be gained from remaining here, is there?”

He was startled into a bark of laughter.

Well.

That was a masterly setdown if ever he had heard one.

There was perhaps considerably more to Miss Katherine Huxtable than he had ever suspected. But it was too late now to find out of what that more consisted. Not that he wished to find out. Quite the contrary. One thing he would do quite assiduously for the rest of both their lives was stay as far away from her as the size of the globe would permit. It would not be impossibly difficult, he supposed, since she would surely be just as determinedly avoiding him.

But good Lord! Devil take it!

Alas, that fame has been greatly exaggerated. You have disappointed me.

He suppressed the inappropriate urge to add a shout of laughter to the short bark that had already escaped him.

She had somehow restored his good humor. He had not destroyed her, then. She had not collapsed in a quivering heap of weeping womanhood.

And why ever would I wish to reform you when you are a disappointment as you are, or tame you when you are already far too bland?

The devil! He really did like her.

Far too late.

“I will lead the way out,” he said, stepping back onto the path. “Follow me closely.”

“Not too closely, thank you very much,” she said coolly, and stepped out after him. “I do not believe this evening will present any more dangers against which I may need your kind protection.”

The minx!

And so they went single file after all.

4

CECILY was wide-eyed with admiration.

“You actually walked alone with Lord Montford,” she stated when she appeared briefly in Katherine’s dressing room soon after they had returned from Vauxhall. “I would have been terrified. I very nearly swooned when he appeared with Miss Finley. I do not know how she dared bring him even if he is her brother. Con will kill us, not to mention Elliott. And did you observe Lady Beaton when he