To Pleasure a Lady by Nicole Jordan

the highest, but they can hold their own in elite circles. And they come to their marriages on more equal footing with their husbands.”
    â€œI can well imagine you would find that satisfying,” he murmured.
    When Arabella gave him a suspicious glance, Marcus returned a bland expression, but he found himself marveling at how much he had enjoyed watching her explain about her academy, her lovely face so animated and expressive. He admired Arabella’s passion for her cause. As he absently took a sip from his wineglass, Marcus realized that he hadn’t felt that passionate about anything in a long while.
    Finding this wine as bitter as the Madeira had been earlier, he immediately set down his glass. “I should like to visit your academy soon.”
    As he expected, Arabella’s wariness increased. “Why would you want to visit?”
    â€œI believe I told you. As your guardian, I will need to decide if I should permit you and your sisters to continue teaching there.”
    She looked worried for a moment as she anxiously searched his face, but she evidently recognized the teasing gleam in his eye, for her expression relaxed a little. “You are purposely trying to provoke me again, I collect.”
    â€œNow why would I do that?” he asked amiably. “Are you finished with your soup?”
    â€œYes, thank you.”
    â€œGood. I can’t seem to stomach so much salt myself.”
    Marcus rang for the butler to clear away the dishes, almost glad for the presence of servants to interrupt his private moment with Arabella, since he was having difficulty controlling his lustful thoughts.
    She was near enough that the sweet scent of her rose up to tease his nostrils. And that elegant gown she was wearing made him want to discover what delicious secrets she was hiding underneath.
    His imagination could supply some of the details. Her supple, slender body. The ripe curve of her breasts. Her long, elegant legs…
    Sternly Marcus returned his gaze to Arabella’s beautiful face, but it did little to quell his awareness of her. This was the first time he had seen her hair completely uncovered. He had the urge to pull out the pins and see how that red-gold silk would look tangled after their lovemaking.
    The erotic thought was arousing enough to make him go hard, and was followed by more erotic thoughts. He could picture shoving away all the china and laying Arabella on the table in order to make a delectable meal of her. She would be far more tasty than the dinner had been thus far. Even more, he wanted her to taste the pleasure he could give her—
    But that would have to wait a while longer, Marcus reflected, finally disciplining his errant thoughts. He had promised himself not to rush his fences. This was supposed to be a romantic wooing, not simply a seduction, and he knew it would require much more than physical pleasure to win Arabella over.
    It was no hardship, however, to simply share her company. He truly wanted to know all about her. And at least dining together gave them the perfect opportunity for intimacy.
    The trouble was, the wine was so acidic as to be undrinkable. And the dishes Simpkin was setting before him looked even less appetizing than the soup had been.
    Marcus tasted each one just to make certain: Mashed turnips with no seasonings. Boiled cabbage. And a burnt saddle of mutton that was so dry, it was nearly impossible to chew.
    When he realized Arabella was watching him closely, however, Marcus began to wonder at her unusual interest in his reaction.
    â€œAs a cook, Mrs. Simpkin leaves much to be desired,” he commented casually.
    â€œOh, do you think so?”
    Arabella’s tone was perfectly innocent, which aroused his suspicions even further. “Most definitely. If the meals continue to taste so wretched, I will have to send to London for my chef to replace Mrs. Simpkin as cook.”
    Her response remained blithe. “Do try the mint sauce.