The Seduction of Sebastian Trantor by Stephanie Laurens - The Seduction of Sebastian Trantor

Author:Stephanie Laurens - The Seduction of Sebastian Trantor [Laurens, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Historical Romance, General, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9780062122766
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Goodreads: 13425554
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

“Mr. Trantor, sir?”

Gifford’s voice, accompanied by a scratching on the door, jerked Sebastian awake.

Warm silken limbs wrapped him in sensual comfort.

“Ah—yes, Gifford.” He ran a hand through his hair, gritted his teeth as beneath the covers, Tabitha stirred. “We’ll be down shortly.” He prayed his leaping tension didn’t show in his voice.

“Aye, sir. I’ll have the horses put to.”

“Good. Excellent.”

Straining his ears, Sebastian heard Gifford’s footsteps tracking away down the corridor. He fell back on the pillows. An instant ticked by as the events of the night reeled through his brain. Suppressing a curse, he quickly disentangled himself from Tabitha, forced himself to push back the counterpane and sit up.

“We have to get dressed and get downstairs quickly.” His back to her, he ignored the sensual frisson evoked by delicate fingers trailing down his spine.

“Why?” Her voice was all sultry seduction.

“Because we need to leave early before the hordes from the boxing match bestir themselves—remember?”

“Hmm . . . vaguely.”

Having shrugged on his shirt and pulled on his breeches, he stood, tucking in the shirttails, then fastening the waistband.

When she heaved a heavy sigh, he finally met her eyes.

She looked deliciously, delightfully rumpled, temptation and outright sin incarnate.

She pouted, but—thank heaven—moved to get out of the bed. “You’re serious. And here I thought that we’d had a wonderful time.”

She’d turned away so he couldn’t see her face. Then she bent over to pick up her chemise and gown; his mouth dried, his eyes wouldn’t shift from the perfect, ripely rounded curves of her arse.

Then she straightened and swung to face him. He swallowed, said, “It was wonderful—better than wonderful.” He finally glimpsed her eyes, read her expression. Frowned. “As you well know. But we really have to be on our way.”

She smiled softly, as if his acknowledgment was all she’d really wanted. “Very well—but you’ll have to help me with my laces.”

Once again against all his expectations, they slipped out of the inn a mere five minutes later.

Five minutes after that, they were in the carriage and bowling down the road to London.

They reached London just after ten o’clock. Sebastian had Gifford drop him off outside the Coningsby townhouse in Cavendish Square. After promising Tabitha he’d join her in Bedford Square once he was presentable to discuss their next step, he waved the carriage on and went up the steps to his brother’s front door.

Thomas and Estelle were still in the country, for which he gave thanks. There was no one there to question where he’d been, or to ask awkward questions. Wright met him in the hall and assured him a substantial breakfast could be assembled within minutes.

An hour later, washed, shaved, dressed in fresh, neatly pressed clothes and fortified by a large breakfast, he set out to walk the few blocks to Bedford Square.

It was tempting to use the moments alone to dwell on what had occurred during the night, but Tabitha’s need to “do something” about the blackmailer was tangible; he needed to deal with that first.

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