The Ugly Duckling Debutante_FINAL-3 by Rachel van Dyken

silence was deafening and embarrassing. Tears threatened at the corners of her eyes. How could she be so stupid as to think that a man like him would actually want her. Mortified she muttered a flustered thank you and rushed back toward the house.
    Behind her Nicholas fast approach ed . She grunted when he pulled her into the shadows and pushed her back against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice shaky.
    “What are you sorry for?” she asked. Was he mad? Why would he be sorry?
    “You asked for a kiss.” He laughed bitterly and looked away. “And I nearly compromise you at your first ball. Really, I had no intention of putting you in that position. I really am a rake at heart; you would be wise to remember that.” The last words were spat out rather coldly.
    “How could I forget? Especially when you make it your personal duty to remind me every minute of every day.”
    She shoved him away and stormed into the ballroom, leaving an angry, yet alluring Nicholas Renwick behind.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    What was wrong with him? Was he mad? Maybe he should do himself a favor and take the carriage to Bedlam himself. She was an innocent unless she was a good actress, but that was nearly impossible. That had been the poor girl's first real kiss. What right did he have to bestow it upon her? The memory of her lips burned in his thoughts, making him want to swear and laugh at the same time.
    She was exquisite—everything that a duke would want and more. Beautiful and classy with just a hint of mischief. Yes she would be a good duchess. The duke would be a fool not to choose her, but then again, wasn’t he playing that exact same fool by letting her go? He kicked the grass with his boot and blazed back inside the room. Sai was nowhere to be seen.
    Lord Rawlings sauntered up next to Nicholas, making him wish for a quick escape. Rawlings was one of the most egotistical fools with whom he had ever had the unfortunate opportunity to converse.
    “That’s quite a comely wench you've brought with you, Renwick,” he said in hushed tones.
    “She’s not mine.”
    “Oh?” Rawlings seemed to be mocking him. “It didn’t look that way just a few moments ago.”
    Nicholas turned to face him. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
    “The young lady came running into the ballroom from the garden—lips swollen, hair rumpled. Amazing that Lady Fenton didn’t take notice immediately.”
    Nicholas shrugged. “I’m glad she’s enjoying herself in the gardens with available gentlemen, but it’s none of my concern.”
    “I’m sorry—" Rawlings put his hand on Nicholas’s shoulder. “Where did I see you just come from?”
    Nicholas paled.
    “Be careful, or you’re going to lose more than Belverd’s silly bet.”
    Rawlings turned on his heel and walked off, leaving behind a speechless Nicholas. Just how many people knew about this bet? It was obvious he was being watched more than usual, which made him feel oddly uncomfortable, in spite of the fact his whole existence had been about gaining attention in the ton .
    Watching couples dance and flirt shamelessly left a bitter taste in his mouth. He suddenly realized that the ball was the last place he wanted to be. What man enjoyed watching other couples participate in the type of happiness he knew he would never have?   Having the desperate urge to leave , his eyes quickly scanned the crowd for Sai; it was only proper to let her know he was abandoning her.
    He heard a hearty rich laugh coming from the refreshment area and inwardly grimaced when he realized it was most likely Sai getting more male attention.
    Sure enough, upon arriving at the table, he noticed several gentlemen flocking around her, laughing and trying to impress her with jokes. She seemed amused, but also taken aback by the overwhelming attention. It was alluring to see such a striking woman so timid. Especially with such titled men salivating over her. He pushed his way through, glad for once for