A Whisper of Desire by Bronwen Evans

Author:Bronwen Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2015-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The entry into the club went smoothly once they got past the two huge men guarding the front door. Maitland and Marisa were ushered upstairs to be “interviewed,” which was the term used, but it felt more like an interrogation.

Angelo was not in residence, and his second-in-command, Francis, seemed suspicious of Maitland’s sudden appearance. His Grace was too well known to pretend he was anyone else. As long as it wasn’t Marisa receiving Francis’s penetrating attention, then they might just pull this off.

They barely gave her a second look, so her disguise appeared to be adequate.

“What brings Your Grace to our doors?” Francis asked with knowing spite in his voice.

“Is this how you greet all your guests?” Maitland responded with ducal disdain. “I find your question distasteful. I thought this club prided itself on discretion.”

Francis’s sneer wasn’t only in his voice now. It was written all over his face. “There are usually only two reasons why a man comes to this club. I need to ensure you are not here to gain advantage over other members. You’d be surprised how many men who are in need of funds try to gain entrance.”

Maitland’s indignation was not feigned. “I assure you, I have no need for funds.”

Francis nodded. “So I have heard. Is it membership of our selective club you are seeking or perhaps a one-off foray to relieve your boredom?”

“You’re presumptuous. I have yet to decide if this club offers that which is of interest to me.”

Francis then turned his attention on Marisa. His probing stare made her want to flee, but she held her ground, standing tall. For once in her life she was grateful for her height. She could look Francis in the eye. “Who is your—friend?” he asked silkily.

“No one of consequence, but a lad important to me.” Maitland’s words came out as a threat. He then placed a hand on Marisa’s head as if daring Francis to ask more.

Marisa thought it was time for action. She turned to Maitland and ran her hand over his chest while looking directly at Francis.

Francis laughed. “No need to get all prickly. The lad isn’t my type.” At Maitland’s raised eyebrow, he added, “Too old.”

Marisa’s insides recoiled at his words and she had to hide her face against Maitland’s chest. Too old! What the hell did that mean, and did she want to know?

“What is to be your pleasure tonight?” Francis’s attention was back on Maitland.

“Perhaps you could provide us with a tour. Only then will I decide if this club will suit.”

The Libertine Scholars had previously discussed their approach. To be seen to gamble immediately would ring alarm bells. This would be a slow and steady operation. Angelo must not guess their real intent.

Francis laughed, the wicked sound sending shivers down her spine. He ran his eyes over her as if he wished it were his hands. “Oh, I’m quite sure it will suit.” Then he clapped his hands and a young lad, probably no more than fifteen, appeared.

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