Silk Is For Seduction by Loretta Chase Page B

fragrance of her skin mingled with the jasmine she wore so lightly. It was a mere hint of scent in a warm and crowded room thick with them, but he was aware, keenly aware, only of hers.
    In the same way he was distantly cognizant of dancers moving about them, a whirl of colors set off by the blacks and greys and whites of the men’s dress. But all this glorious color faded to a blur, while below him and about him was a swirl of pale gold, pink-tinged like desert sands at dawn, dotted with red bows trembling like poppies in a summer breeze. Nearer still was the black lace, wafting in the air with every movement.
    At last she looked up at him. He saw the heat glowing in her face, the throb of the pulse at her neck, and he was aware, without needing to look precisely there, of the rapid rise and fall of her bosom.
    “I’ll give you credit,” she said, her husky voice slightly breathless. “Of all the ruses you might have tried, that was one I never considered. But then, I’ve never thought of myself as anybody’s pet .”
    “I presented you as an exotic, ” he said.
    “I take exception to the part about the leash,” she said.
    “It would be an elegant leash, I assure you,” he said. “Studded with diamonds.”
    “No, thank you,” she said. “I take exception as well to your behaving as though you won me in a wager, when in fact you lost— and not for the first time.” Her dark gaze swept up to the top of his head and down, pausing at his neckcloth, and leaving a wash of heat behind. “That’s a pretty emerald.”
    “Which you shall not have,” he said. “No wagers with you this night. We may yet be cast out. The Vicomtesse de Montpellier showed me the business card you gave her. Did no one ever point out to you the difference between a social function and a business function? This is not an institutional banquet of the Merchant Taylors’ Company.”
    “I noticed that. The tailors would be better dressed.”
    “Are you blind?” he said. “Look about you.”
    She threw a bored glance about the room. “I saw it all before.”
    “We’re in Paris .”
    “I’m talking about the men, not the women.” Her gaze came back to him. “Of all the men here, you are the only one a London tailor would not be ashamed to acknowledge as his client.”
    “How relieved I am to have your approval,” he said.
    “I did not say I approve of you altogether,” she said.
    “That’s right. I forgot. I’m a useless aristocrat.”
    “You have some uses,” she said. “Otherwise I should not be courting you.”
    “Is that what you call it?”
    “You keep forgetting,” she said. “This party. You. This is all business to me.”
    He had forgotten. She’d wanted to come to this ball to observe. She would have come without him but for their wager—though that had been less a wager than a war of wills.
    “How could I forget?” he said. “I could scarcely believe my eyes when my friends showed me the business cards you handed out as though they were party favors.”
    “Has your exotic pet embarrassed you, monsieur le duc? Does the odor of the shop offend your nostrils? How curious. As I recall, you were the one who insisted on bringing me. You taunted me with cowardice. Yet you—”
    “It would be vulgar to strangle you on the dance floor,” he said. “Yet I am sorely tempted.”
    “Don’t be silly,” she said. “You haven’t had this much fun in an age. You told me, did you not, of the machinations the high and mighty employ to be invited to this exceedingly dull ball. You’ve done what scores of Parisians would give a vital organ to accomplish. You’ve achieved the social coup of the decade. In escorting me, you’ve broken a host of ancient, unbreakable rules. You’re thumbing your nose at Society, French and English. And you’re dancing with the most exciting woman in the room.”
    His heart was thudding. It was the dance, the furious dance, and talking, and trying to keep up with her, matching