sorts of hidden talents.'
Jessica's jaw tightened. 'I play the pianoforte,' she said.
'And might I ask how the daughter of an impoverished country parson-your own words, Jess- can have had the opportunity to practice on such an instrument?' he asked.
'We had a harpsichord,' she said, turning to look fixedly at the young lady who was about to play on the pianoforte. 'My mother brought it on her marriage.'
'Ah,' he said with a half-smile, 'the royal princess.'
'My lord?' Jessica frowned up at him, but he merely shook his head and looked away from her.
'Perhaps I can prevail upon you to play for the company when Miss Lacey has finished,' he said.
Jessica looked up at him in alarm. 'Oh, no, my lord,' she said. 'I am out of practice, and I do not pretend to any extraordinary talent even when I am not.'
He turned his head and looked very deliberately into her eyes. 'I would have expected you to jump at the opportunity to place yourself even more firmly in the public eye,' he said. 'You seem to be doing quite famously so far.'
Jessica would not look away. 'Have you brought me here to quarrel with me, my lord?' she asked. She was whispering, for the pianist had begun her recital. 'If so, I must beg to be excused and return to the drawing room.'
'To Godfrey?' he whispered back. 'Save your smiles and your wiles, if you know what is good for you, Jess. He will not marry you, you know.'
'Will he not?' she hissed. 'Am I to expect another offer to become a mistress, then?'
He smiled, if such a sneering expression could be called a smile. 'It is hardly likely,' he said. 'I believe he is perfectly comfortable with the female who has held that position for the past two years and more.'
'In that case,' Jessica said, leaning toward him so that her face was only inches away from his own, 'I would say he is due for a change, would not you, my lord? I count my chances quite favorable.'
She had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes spark with fury before his expression was suddenly transformed to blandness. He smiled and inclined his head toward a turbaned matron one row ahead of them who had turned and directed an indignant lorgnette their way.
Jessica sat silent and stiffbacked through the lengthy recital that followed. She could not have said afterward whether the performance was worthy of such an occasion or not. She was too preoccupied with feeling the presence of the infuriating man at her side. If she could have risen and escaped without attracting the attention of everyone in the room her way, she would have done so. As it was, she was trapped on the opposite side of the room from the door, and there she must stay.
9
'If You will excuse me, my lord.' The pianoforte recital had finally ended, and Lady Bradley had announced that supper was being served. Jessica rose firmly to her feet.
'Are you hungry?' Lord Rutherford asked. 'Then I shall escort you. But do not think to escape so easily, Jess. I wish to talk to you.'
'Why?' she asked. She turned to smile at other guests who were trying to pass her, and moved closer to her chair. 'I really do not believe we have anything to say to each other, my lord. If you wish to appeal to me once again to leave your grandmother's house and seek employment, the answer is no. I intend to accept her hospitality until-well, until other arrangements to my liking can be made. And if you wish to renew your request that I become your mistress, the answer is still no.'
'Sit down,' he said, and Jessica complied without thinking. The guests around them were slowly leaving the room, presumably in search of supper.
'I want to know who you are,' he said. 'Whether we like it or not, Jess, you and I seem fated to be thrown into company together, and the situation can only get worse over Christmas. Let me know with whom I deal. Tell me more about yourself.'
'What do you wish to know, my lord?' Jessica the presence of the infuriating man at her side. If she could have risen and escaped without attracting the attention of everyone in the room her way, she would have done so. As it was, she was trapped on the opposite side of the room from the door, and there she must stay.
mother, by the way, was a scullery maid at the home of the local squire. My father did not deal in social snobbery.'
'And you have inherited your tongue from her,' he said, something that was almost a smile curling his lips for a moment. 'The harpsichord was a wedding gift from a grateful employer, I suppose?'
Jessica inclined her head and was surprised to see a grin on his face when she looked up again.
'Three minutes,' he said. 'Your hand was in mine for all of three minutes, Jess. It quite distracted my attention from the trapeze artists, you know.'
She blushed but would not break eye contact with him.
'Would the same thing have happened if you had been sitting beside Godfrey?' he asked.
'I have no way of knowing, my lord,' Jessica said, very much on her dignity. 'The action was quite involuntary.'
He laughed and picked up her hand, which was lying in her lap. He turned it over and ran a finger over the lines in her palm. 'I wonder what your plan is,' he said. 'Marriage to a rich and titled gentleman, Jess? One who will treat you as a lady?'
'Yes,' she said, watching the long, slim finger on her palm, feeling her whole arm sizzle to life from the tickling sensation of its movements. 'Though I could live without the wealth and the title.'
'Could you?' he asked, his eyes narrowing as he lifted them to look into hers. 'What an enigma you are, Jess. I never know quite when you are lying and when telling the truth. You are becoming something of an obsession with me. Did you know that?'
'No,' she whispered.
'And do you care?' he asked. 'And will you admit to sharing that obsession?'
'No.' She looked away from him.
'I think you do, Jess,' he said, his free hand taking her chin and turning her face back to his. 'You are neither a gray governess nor a demure young maiden, my dear. You are a woman of unusual passions. You know that you and I are destined to end up together, don't you?'
'In bed?' she asked. 'I think not, my lord. You are incapable of ravishing a woman, a fact of which I have had happy proof. Yet there is no other way that you will gain what you want of me.'
'You think you will not one day come to me and offer yourself to me?' he asked. His eyes were on her lips.
'Not until hell turns to ice,' she said. 'One's desires are not the most important forces of life, my lord, not when they are divorced from all more tender feelings.'
'Love,' he said with a scornful little laugh. 'Never tell me you believe in love, Jess? You a romantic? I would not have thought it. I see you as a very practical young lady, an opportunist, no less.'
'Let me go, my lord,' she said. 'Everyone must be served with supper already.' She was suffocatingly aware of the hand that still held hers, the other hand beneath her chin, his face only inches from her own. She was fighting the humiliating urge to lean forward and close the gap between their mouths.
He did it for her. 'You see?' he said, his lips already touching hers. 'You talk of love in one breath and food in the next. Bodily appetites, Jess. They figure very large in your thinking.'
And his mouth opened over hers, his tongue tracing a tantalizingly light course around her lips so that sensation vibrated through her.
'Children, children! The proprieties, please!' The dowager duchess's voice was booming enough to set the pair into jolting apart. Yet it was a brightly cheerful voice. Rutherford's eyes sought Jessica's for one moment, and he raised the hand that he still held to his lips before turning to greet his grandmother and mother.
'Miss Moore and I have been discussing our various musical talents,' he said, rising lazily to his feet. 'Are we too late for supper? I believe Faith can consider the evening a resounding success, Mama.'
