my arm like a woman of fashion, and we'll say good night to Charlie like well-behaved adults.'
'But I'll have you later for myself.' She smiled up at him as she placed her hand on his offered arm. 'When you're not so well behaved.'
'Try to keep me away,' he challenged her.
'I might just a little,' she teased.
'And I might spank your sweet little bottom just a little.'
'Ummm… that sounds divine.'
'Your house or mine?' His dark gaze was heated.
'What will your servants say?'
'You're not serious.'
'Of course I'm serious. Or do you take all your lovers home?'
For a brief moment he thought she was joking, and when he realized she wasn't, it took him a moment more to come to terms with the enormity of his invitation.
'You're having second thoughts, aren't you?'
'No,' he said politely, but his tone indicated otherwise.
'You're allowed your reservations, darling. My expectations don't go beyond the pleasure of your very expert lovemaking. I don't want anything more.'
For a minute he took offense, because he didn't want her to be so cavalier about something that was astonishingly rare for him. But as quickly, he realized she was right, and if he didn't come to his senses tonight or tomorrow, he would eventually. He wasn't looking for permanence, only sex.
And apparently, so was she.
Chapter Eleven
His house on Park Lane was very new. Alex recognized Wyatt's hand in the design, the architect one of the bright young talents who were able to effectively combine traditional elements and creativity without either suffering from the union.
'I didn't know this was your house,' Alex said as the carriage came to rest before the porticoed entrance. 'Although I saw the designs when Martin was beginning the preliminary drawings. He comes to my studio occasionally.' And at Sam's sudden piercing glance, she added, 'For my Sunday literary afternoons.'
'Now, why would he do that?'
'Please. Martin is happily married. His wife is a good friend of mine.'
'I didn't know he was married.'
'Because you met him in your library with your steward and secretary and they took care of all the details once you gave your approval to his design.'
'I can see I'm going to have to improve my image with you.'
She smiled. 'Not completely. In many ways, you're quite exceptional.'
'Thank God.'
'God doesn't have anything to do with it.'
'Sometimes he seems to make his presence known,' he noted waggishly.
'You needn't remind me.'
'I didn't know anyone could blush so much.'
'Hush,' she warned, glancing at the carriage window that framed a footman's head.
'They don't hear anything.'
She glared at him. 'Of course they do.'
At that, the door opened and Sam helped her out with courtesy and deference and only one surreptitious wink. He spoke of the weather with circumspect blandness as they moved up the paved walk to the entrance, and had not the beautiful dark-haired woman dressed in an exceptionally scanty costume more appropriate to the harem not jumped from the bushes and leaped at Sam, their approach to Ranelagh House would have been uneventful.
As it was, Alex screamed.
Sam swore.
And the young beauty shrieked, 'You swine! You despicable cur! You filthy son of a-' Sam's hand stopped the remainder of her diatribe, and curbing her flailing arms with a wrestling hold, he handed her over to his footmen, who'd come at a run.
'You can't get away with this! I'll hound you! I'll see that you pay! I'll see you in court! You can't desert me…' Her cries trailed off as she was hauled around the corner of the house.
'Perhaps this isn't a good time,' Alex said into the sudden silence.
Sam looked at her blankly for a moment, as though he'd forgotten she was with him and exhaling softly, he said, 'No… it's fine.'
'I don't think so. Shouldn't you speak to the woman?'
'God no,' he said with feeling.
'She's obviously distrait.' Alex's expression was cool.
'It's not what you think.'
'Really. I had the impression she knew you.'
'Jesus, don't look at me like that. I'm not the devil incarnate.' He softly sighed. 'In fact, Farida's a more likely candidate.'
'A male viewpoint, no doubt.'
'Do we have to talk about this?'
'No, of course not. We can ignore it. I'm sure you ignore former lovers with great regularity.'
'I don't have to tell you anything,' he said gruffly.
'No, you don't.'
'But you're going to talk in that disapproving, snippy tone forever, aren't you, if I can't explain this away.'
'Explaining this away, as you so quaintly put it, isn't my major concern. The woman seemed genuinely distressed. I think you should see to her.'
'I already have, countless times. Look,' he said, resentful and defensive. 'I gave her a house and a very large bank draft and paid her gambling debts. And that's all I'm going to do.'
Alex's gaze widened. 'Good Lord, is there a child involved?'
He gave her a withering look. 'What kind of fool do you think I am?'
Oddly, she was relieved, when it shouldn't have mattered in the least what his relationship was with the scantily dressed young woman. 'I see,' she said, as though the bland phrase would mask the disarray of her thoughts.
'This was unfortunate.' For a fleeting moment he looked afflicted. 'Come inside… please?'
'I'm not sure.'
'I don't want you to think me callous. But this mess isn't your mess.' He shrugged. 'And escape is high on my list of priorities at the moment.'
'The woman has money?'
'Plenty.'
'And a house?'
'A rather nice one. And she lives with her brother, if you're concerned she's alone and defenseless.' He snorted. 'Not likely, that.'
'So she's not destitute and at the mercy of the world.'
'Rather the opposite. The world's at her mercy.'
Alex couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation. 'Apparently, she's dissatisfied with you.'
'She's dissatisfied she's lost my financing.'
'My goodness. So they don't all want your charming body.'
'Apparently not,' he replied dryly. 'Are you finished being amused at my expense?'
'She must be very good.'
