'Doona toy with her, Ethan,' Hugh said.
'Afraid I'll ruin your chances with Jane?' Ethan asked as he donned the mask. 'Hate to remind you, brother, but they were ruined before you even met her. And you've got a book to prove it.'
'Your fate is just as grim as mine,' Hugh said, 'yet you're going after a woman.'
'Ah, but I'm in no danger of falling in love with her'—Ethan turned to stride into the masquerade, tossing over his shoulder—'so it's no' likely my dallying will get her killed.'
With a grated sound of frustration, Hugh followed him to the warehouse entrance, where they tendered admission to a bald man in a pig mask. Inside, the drunken crowd was thick; there had to be over a thousand people crammed in.
Oh, aye, the girl was about to get a lesson. All around them, obscene murals hung on the walls, and half-clad whores were openly fondling men.
Ethan couldn't see the group immediately in the crush, so he and Hugh strode to the second-story landing for a better view. They spotted the women in front of a small raised stage, scrutinizing anexhibit —which consisted of two women and a man, unclothed and covered in clay, posing as Greek statues.
In such an atmosphere of dissolution, the young chit looked…bored.
When Jane viewed the naked man with an appraising eye, Hugh's fists clenched. The blonde appraised him, too, but Ethan had no urge to hit anything. Ethan had known he was immune….
The group moved on to a punch service tended by a half-clad courtesan, but the blonde turned back to the stage. With a sensual grin, she languidly blew the male model a kiss. Ethan frowned.I doona like that. Bloody hell.Why do I no' like that?
'I dinna think blondes were your type,' Hugh said, beginning to sound alarmed.
Never looking away from the girl, Ethan said, 'They're no'.'
'Nor slim, short lasses.'
'Tall and buxom for me,' Ethan said absently. He watched her accept a glass of punch, delicately take a sniff of her drink, then partake heartily.
'Then what is it?'
'Doona know,' Ethan answered in half truth. He knew why he was attracted to her—he could tell she was an extraordinary beauty, even with her mask—but he didn't understand thedegree of his attraction.
He'd bedded women as lovely as she, so why did he feel an inexplicable sense of urgency to join her—toget her? Ethan knew he could find her again. She was friends with the Weylands. So why did he want herat this moment?
'Are you actually going to approach her?' Hugh asked.
'Bloody hell I am.'
'I thought I was no' to reveal myself to Jane if I could help it. She'll recognize you.'
'No' with this mask,' Ethan said, then asked, 'Why are you behaving as if my interest is so bloody consequential?'
'It's consequential because you've never pursued a woman in your entire life.'
Ethan had never had to before that night in Buxton—and he hadn't bothered to after.
'No' even your fiancée,' Hugh added.
No, Ethan's fiancée had been handed to him as though on a platter—and it had cost Sarah her life. He'd had no idea that by trying to salvage his life after what the Van Rowens had done to him he'd be destroying another's….
Shaking off those memories, wanting to forget, Ethan strode for the stairs to go after the blonde lass, but Hugh shoved him back.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' Hugh demanded.
'Doona shove me again, brother, or I will put you down.' Hugh was the only one who'd ever dared to challenge him like this. 'Did you never think I just want to bed her?' Christ, he wanted to bed her, wanted her fiercely.Finally! his mind seemed to roar.
'Bed her?' Hugh got an uncomfortable look about him. 'No, I dinna think that.'
Ethan narrowed his eyes. So Hugh suspected or knew the truth about him. Ethan should have realized that the secret of his celibacy would have gotten out among the Network. The members gossiped worse than old matrons at the village well.
Ten years had passed since his face had been so horribly damaged. As he'd predicted, the only way he'd been able to bed women had been to pay them, and he'd done so for the first seven years. Yet there were only so many times a man could tolerate looking down at a woman he was using and seeing her thinly veiled revulsion— especially after he'd paid for her.
One unsatisfying encounter after another had taken their toll, and now his body couldn't seem to be bothered to desire, to ache, any longer. If he was attracted to a woman, it was tepid, like a shadow of what he used to feel. Though his manhood had been left intact that night, it might as well not have been. He hadn't had a woman beneath him in years.
And even more disquieting—he hadn't especially missed it.
Until now…
'She's a lady,' Hugh insisted. 'No' to be used by you.'
'Then what is she doing here?' Ethan asked incredulously, waving his hand around the warehouse.
'The same thing Jane is—they're thrill seekers. Typical rich Londoners.'
'In a place like this, even a lady is fair game.'
'You doona know that she's no' an innocent.' His expression severe, Hugh added, 'Ethan, you're…you just canna be this bad.'
Ethan raised his eyebrows.
'Damn it, if for no other reason, then you should leave the girl alone to concentrate on hunting Grey.' Hugh ran his fingers through his hair. 'If I canna count on you to take out Grey while I'm watching Jane—'
'Have you forgotten who you're addressing?' Ethan reached the end of his patience and snatched off his mask to stare his brother down. 'I've wanted to put a bullet between Grey's eyes for years—a dozen times, I've had him in my rifle sights and my finger on the trigger—but I dinna becauseyou thought the man could be redeemed.'
Ethan had stalked Grey repeatedly, always keeping an eye on him. In fact, Ethan was the only one in the whole bloody Network who'd discovered Grey was killing on his own. 'Now, when Jane's involved, you see reason. So how can you possibly think I would waste my opportunity to destroy someone I've craved killing?' When Hugh remained unconvinced, Ethan said, 'I'm going to scratch this itch, then get to work.' His tone and demeanor were bored.
He turned back, but the girl was gone, separated from her friends. He felt a flare of alarm. This was a dangerous place, and she was alone.
Or was she?
She could be meeting someone. She could even be married and already involved in an affair. He found himself striding down the stairs, donning his mask once more. He ignored Hugh's last call of warning, then plunged into the crowd.
Ethan was bent on finding her, which baffled him. He liked voluptuous brunettes, earthy women who gave as good as they got in bed. And Hugh was right—he didn't pursue women.
But if it took a delicate, angelic-looking blonde to provoke his body to this kind of reaction once more, then he'd be damned if he was letting the object of his lust out of his sight.
He promised himself he'd be inside her this very night.
Chapter Two
If Madeleine Van Rowen was ever going to lose her virginity outside of a collateralized, signed marriage contract, it'd be with the towering man she'd spied in the black domino. He'd just begun navigating his way through
