Lady Drusilla's Road to Ruin by Christine Merrill

Author:Christine Merrill [Merrill, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2012-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

The curses in John’s mind rung in time to the strike of the horse’s hooves. Dru had lain in his arms all night and he had slept not a wink. And the sweet torment of loving Emily was nothing, compared to what he was experiencing now.

He’d lulled her, and touched her, and brought her to climax. Then she’d spurned him. And five minutes later, she’d lured him back to bed, so she could tell him that she had no intention of giving up the trumped-up French noble she was chasing after.

He gave a snort of disgust. It was just as likely that, if he gave the man a firm shaking, he’d turn out to be an English nobody putting on a fine accent and a tight coat to get on the right side of the ladies. When they caught up to the beggar today, he’d have to put up with his Dru fawning all over the man and holding the handkerchief while some other poor chit wept her eyes out.

And she was not his Dru at all, he reminded himself firmly. She was Lady Drusilla Rudney. He should call her by her title as often as he could, to re-establish the distance between them. Seeing a woman’s legs did not entitle him to an intimate acquaintance.

Although grabbing her between those legs should have. Apparently, the peerage, when one got them alone in the dark, was a different sort of animal entirely. She had awoken the next morning showing no sign that the previous day had affected her at all. She’d combed the straw from her hair, splashed a bit of water in her face and declared herself ready to travel. And it had all been done without so much as a ‘Good morning, John’.

It had been Mr Hendricks this and Mr Hendricks that since the first night. And ‘a little farther before we stop, Mr Hendricks’ all this morning. Of course, now that he thought of it, she had never used his first name at all. That should have been a warning to him.

He had learned nothing at all by his experience. He had given a fine speech to her last night about knowing his place, and not repeating past mistakes. But it was all lies. In less than a week, he had transferred the affection he had felt for Emily to the next inappropriate female.

Of course, Dru was as unlike Emily as it was possible to be. Dark where Emily was pale. Cool where she had been warm, awkward where she had been graceful. And interested in him in a very personal way. She had shown more than a passionate response to his touches. She had been curious about him, sympathetic, and desired to be reassured that he would be well, even after they’d parted.

She cared.

Or she had last night. This morning, she seemed to have forgotten what had gone on between them and to be utterly indifferent to his presence.

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