Falling Into Bed with a Duke by Heath Lorraine

Author:Heath, Lorraine [Heath, Lorraine]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-10-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

SHE was three minutes late, one hundred and eighty seconds past the last gong that marked the witching hour, and he’d already found a replacement for her. With her heart clamoring and bitter disappointment settling into her breast, she stood transfixed in the doorway leading into the parlor of the Nightingale Club and watched as Ashebury nodded and smiled at a woman wearing a deep purple mask and elegant evening gown. It barely occurred to her to wonder why the lurid female wasn’t dressed in the simple attire of every other lady in the room.

Instead, she was more concerned with why she thought she’d meant something to him, why she’d given any credence to his invitation, to the pleasure he’d brought her, to the exceptions he’d claimed to make where she was concerned. Lies spouted from his luscious, deceiving mouth like that of every other man who had ever deemed to give her attention. When she was out of sight, she was out of mind. She. Lady V.

She castigated herself. Had she really thought that a woman who visited a place like this was going to be revered and hold a man’s affections for more than the time it took to bed her?

Then he was striding toward her, his smile broadening, and it occurred to her that it had never been for the woman in purple. That it had been for her the second she’d stepped through the doorway, and he saw her.

She had been three minutes late. It wasn’t even a minute later, and he was at her side.

“Seems you’re not wanting for a partner this evening,” she said, hating the churlishness in her voice, striving not to reveal the full extent of her irritation and disappointment by shaking off the large, warm hand that he had curled over her shoulder, offering the touch she had planned to welcome with every aspect of her being.

His smile dimmed slightly, his gaze held hers commandingly, not allowing her to look away. “Lady Eliza is the proprietor. She was reassuring me that everything I asked for had been seen to.”

“What did you ask for?”

He glided that cupped hand along her arm, took her hand, and lifted her fingers to his mouth. She was aware of the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips. “Do you want me to ruin the surprise I planned for you?”

The tightness in her chest unfurled like a rose blossoming at first light. “What if I hadn’t come?”

“I’d have left here a broken man.”

A corner of her mouth curled up. “I doubt that.”

“Well, perhaps not broken, but very disappointed. Shall we go up?”

The time had come. While her nerves threatened to jump about, she took a deep breath to calm them. She would not—could not—back out again. She’d made her decision to come here, to meet him tonight, because she wanted to be in his arms. He was the one, the one she yearned for, the one she wanted to take her more deeply into the realm of pleasure.

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