Confessions of A Little Black Gown by Elizabeth Boyle

Author:Elizabeth Boyle
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-12-24T00:09:39+00:00

An hour before supper, Tally left the suite to make arrangements for a carriage for the next morning, on the pretense of taking Aunt Minty out for some air and a little bit of shopping in the nearby village.

They had gotten Dash into the house dressed like Aunt Minty; they should be able to get him out the same way, if they left early enough and had the luck they so needed.

Her thoughts were so awash in plots and plans she barreled right into a solid wall of chest.

Mr. Ryder’s, to be exact.

Oh, she didn’t need to look up to know it was him.

She just knew. Then she tentatively took a sniff, and found not that wretched stench of pomade, but a hint of something much more elegant, masculine and rich, something akin to the finest scents one might find at Floris on Jermyn Street back in London.

“Mr. Ryder,” she said, backing up clumsily and smoothing out her skirts as she went, looking up to find that the man she’d long suspected lurked beneath his ill-fitting coat and horridly combed hair stood before her.

Egads, what had Felicity done? Or rather the tailor and Claver…they’d gone and transformed Hollindrake’s rumpled, bumbling cousin into a Corinthian.

“Mr. Ryder?” she whispered, reaching out toward him without even thinking and when she did realize it, she pulled her hand back and tucked it into the pocket of her apron.

What had she been thinking? Oh, she knew. She’d wanted to touch him to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her.

“Miss Langley,” he replied, bowing perfectly, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Um, may I help you?” she asked, fixing her gaze on a vase on a table, the portrait overhead, the yellow curtains on the window. On anything but him. “I believe you are in the wrong wing,” she pointed out, pulling her wits about her.

“I don’t think so,” he said, rocking back on his heels and looking at her. Really looking at her, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Your room is two floors up and at the other end.”

“I wasn’t looking for my room. I was looking for you.”

She glanced up again. “For me?”

“Yes, you.”

The way he said it sent shivers down her spine. Whatever was he doing? Flirting with her?

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