Lady Lissa's Liaison (To Woo an Heiress, Book 1) by Randall Lindsay

Author:Randall, Lindsay [Randall, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2012-12-11T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

The minute Lissa and Lord Wylde stepped back into the manor house, Lissa realized that her reputation had been massacred not by the rumors of a liaison betwixt herself and Wylde, but because of the bold kiss his lordship had stolen for all to see while holding her in a sliver of light near the terrace doors. With that single deed he'd managed to upstage her plot of seeing all her suitors' hopes dashed with one fell sweep by the illusion of a liaison. Indeed, he'd succeeded in maligning her fine reputation most assuredly!

Lissa felt the undeniable urge to turn and race back outside, but Wylde's hold on her arm was far too snug. It seemed he was not yet finished queering her game.

Another set had begun, this one a quadrille. From the corner of her eye, Lissa spied Lord Langford, cooling his heels at the far side of the room. She remembered then that she'd promised this dance to him. Wylde obviously recalled her promise as well, for he quickly propelled her in the opposite direction, before Langford could move to intercept them.

Lissa's cheeks flamed, but she inwardly scolded herself not to allow her emotions to be written on her countenance, for every eye of every guest was upon her and Wylde. She would only fan the malicious gossip should she act uncomfortable at his side.

"Faith," muttered Wylde, "it appears as though you've enticed the entire male population of the ton to trail you into this shire! Gad, but I'd almost forgotten what it is to live within the fish bowl of the haute monde. Not a moment's privacy or peace."

"It was your outlandish kiss at the doors that has sealed their interest in us this night, sir," she reminded him sharply.

"Ah, no, Lissa," Wylde whispered, leaning his head toward hers as he neatly guided her to the side of the dance floor," 'twas your totty-headed scheme of creating the illusion of liaison with me that did the deed. One must be careful what one wishes for lest it come to pass, don't you think?"

He did not give her a chance to reply. Instead, he moved her effortlessly toward the refreshment table, procuring a glass of punch for each of them.

Lissa took hold of the glass, her hands trembling as she took a sip.

Wylde reached out, touching her hand. "You should try and relax, Lissa. It will not aid your cause to appear so jittery at the side of the man with whom you've coupled your good name. A lady in the throes of new love does not, after all, tremble like a leaf in the wind when in the presence of her beloved."

"Blast you," Lissa muttered. She had had enough. She set down her glass on the table, then glared up at Wylde. "Really, sir, I've had quite enough of your assuming ways for one night."

"Have you?" he asked, an insufferably chatty tone in his voice. He took a leisurely sip of punch, his black eyes watching the other guests who were all covertly eyeing him and their hostess.

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