Catherine Coulter - Devil's Duology 01 by Devil's Embrace

Author:Devil's Embrace [Embrace, Devil's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-02-05T11:18:46+00:00

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“How very appropriate you look now, my dear signorina, ” Giovanna murmured, as she took her leave.

“Bitch,” Cassie said under her breath. Still, she found herself smiling in genuine pleasure as other guests bid her good night.

When Scargill had closed the great front doors upon the last of them, the earl turned to her, his dark eyes glittering.

“I believe you owe me an explanation, cara. ” She thrust her chin up stubbornly, and regarded him in dogged silence.

“Why, Cassandra?”

Words clogged in her throat, and to her disgust, she started crying.

He pulled her into the circle of his arms and stroked her silky hair. He said gently, “Forgive me, cara. I had hoped that you had enjoyed a pleasant evening.”

“I did,” she gulped, pulling away from him. “It is just that the contessa—your amata —” she paused a moment, her eyes flashing.

“My former mistress,” he said.

She gave a watery sniff and hunched her shoulders. “She did me in. I was such a fool!” The earl arched a sleek brow. “What is this? I would have laid a fortune on your ability to shut her down.”

“Well, you must lose, my lord. She asked me about the pearls and I told her they had no meaning whatsoever.” Cassie added, “She used it against me. I heard her whispering to several ladies about your English whore.”

“Ah. And what, may I ask, did you do with the pearls?” She smiled up at him, reluctantly. “They must be restrung, my lord, that is, after we find them all.” Cassie dismissed Rosina for the night and sat at her dressing table, trying not to look at the earl as he shrugged out of his dressing gown. But she always looked. He lazily stretched his large body. He was not a particularly vain man, but he knew well enough that his body was well made. Her furtive, embarrassed scrutiny always delighted him. He strolled up behind her and laid his hands lightly upon her shoulders.

“Have you no modesty?” she said, terribly aware that her body, as usual, was responding to him.

He leaned over and kissed her temple. “Very shortly, cara, I shall have the opportunity of accusing you of an equal lack of modesty.” He took the hairbrush from her limp fingers and stroked it through her thick hair.

“Your shoulder has healed,” she said, her eyes upon his reflection in the mirror.

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