A Reckless Bargain Part 6
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"Stop it," she moaned.
"Did he wors.h.i.+p your body with his? Treat you as a cherished lover?"
"Stop! Please." She closed her eyes, and her breath came in shallow gasps.
He edged toward her. "I am merely trying to open your eyes to the possibilities that life has to offer."
Her eyes flew open. "Possibilities? How can you say that when physical gratification is all you want?"
He allowed himself a sardonic smile. "What else is there?"
"Your view of the world is rather limited, my lord. What about love? Or has such a concept never entered the scope of your philosophy?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I fail to see why we need to complicate things unnecessarily."
"Then you have never been in love?"
"I never said that." He s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably in his top boots. "But love tends to make matters worse between a man and a woman. People who fall in love almost invariably end up hating one another. Why bring such emotional rubbish into what is otherwise an amicable arrangement?"
"Have your mistresses never fallen in love with you?"
"Some have."
"Then they must be the owners of the broken hearts Her Grace mentioned."
"Perhaps, but most of them knew better, as I hope you will. Kit, what I'm offering is not wicked or immoral, and not as prison-like as marriage."
"Not immoral?" she echoed, clearly outraged. "How can you say that? You flit from one woman to the next without care or cause!"
"Most married women do the same thing. As long as they are discreet, their affaires are their own business."
"Just because most married women do it doesn't make it right. In all the years I was married, I never even considered such a thing."
"Never?" He quirked a sardonic brow.
A bright flush stained her cheeks. "Never."
"But would you have, if the right opportunity had presented itself?"
"No!"
"But you are no longer married, are you? You're free to make your own happiness, and I'm offering you just that-the chance to enjoy yourself with no unreasonable expectations attached. You will still have your freedom, Kit; I would never infringe upon that. We shall go to the opera, the theater, Vauxhall Gardens. Attend poetry readings and philosophical discussions. We could even travel back to India, if you wished. I would make you happy, Kit, more than you have ever been before."
He could read the indecision in her face.
"If you think Her Grace is right," he murmured, "and that life is an adventure, then what are you so afraid of? We need each other, Kit, whether you know it or not."
She hesitated, holding her breath for a moment. Then she exhaled with a soft sigh. "All right," she breathed. "I accept. But we must first negotiate the compromise between the duke and the dowager. I will not . . . I will not become your mistress until that part of the bargain is complete."
"That is fair," he replied. His smile turned suggestive. "Now, how shall we seal our agreement?"
She hesitated, then held out her hand.
The marquess took it, turned it over, and placed a gentle, feathery kiss on her exposed wrist. She gasped and s.n.a.t.c.hed back her hand.
"Remember," he said, "no more running away. Know what you want, and do not be afraid to pursue it."
She glared at him. "You are the very devil, my lord."
He chuckled. "I know."
He let her go then, and she hurried past him down the hall, half walking, half running. He watched her, admiring the sway of her hips beneath the fabric of her dress, until she disappeared around the corner. Not once did she look back at him.
Who was this woman? Wexcombe held her in utter contempt. His great-aunt thought her nothing less than a saint. What was the truth? He had less than a week to find out and form his own judgment of her character. She had pa.s.sed his first test. Now he would have to see how well she followed through.
Guilt nagged at him. He'd put her in an untenable position. If she proved not to be an adventuress, then he'd owe her one h.e.l.l of an apology. If she was, and this bargain scared her off, then the dowager d.u.c.h.ess was probably better off without her.
He supposed he could have done worse. A man of lesser morals would have seduced her outright, or made this bargain with her fully intending that she become his mistress. Unfortunately, he was not such a man. Wexcombe seemed to think he was, and there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. His cousin rarely changed his mind once he'd formed an opinion, and he would never admit to being wrong. In that, he was as inflexible and unyielding as the dowager. Stubbornness was definitely hereditary.
He found himself wondering how she lived, what her life was like. All he knew at the moment was that she dressed like a drab little mouse, and that although she spoke with great pa.s.sion about poetry and philosophy and India, she had no friends save the dowager. Her life seemed to revolve solely around the elderly woman, and that did not bode well.
If Mrs. Mallory was serious about this compromise and actively helped him to achieve it, then he would not, of course, expect her to fulfill her portion of this agreement. But he would still have to live up to his reputation and make the pretense of seduction until she proved herself as good as her word. A pa.s.sionate woman lay buried beneath that severe hairstyle and those dowdy gowns; her response to his kiss had told him that. He just hoped he could keep his head on straight while playing this gambit through to the end. If not . . . there was more at risk here than the dowager d.u.c.h.ess's happiness. But it was only a week. Surely he could behave himself for that long. Couldn't he?
What had she done?
As she hurried back to her room Kit's slippered toe caught on the Persian carpet, and she stumbled a bit. She righted herself, mentally cursed herself for her clumsiness, and continued on at a more sedate pace, though her heart continued at a gallop within her chest. Her skin tingled as though she had stood too close to a fire, and a deep, aching warmth pooled low in her belly. She cursed herself again, this time for responding to the marquess's sensual persuasions.
Lunacy. Sheer and utter lunacy. That scoundrel had her cornered, and he knew it.
When he had started to speak to her about the dowager d.u.c.h.ess, he had sounded so kind, so concerned. Her lips twisted in a sneer. An act, every word of it. He cared for no one but himself. Oh, he might regard Her Grace in a fond, patronizing sort of way, the way one might a favorite pet, but when it came down to issues of her welfare, he was content to let others take the responsibility.
To think she had turned to him for help. Foolish, naive girl! Trusting an opportunist was like trusting a cobra; it sat coiled, appearing inert, then would lash out without warning. And she'd certainly been bitten.
But they had made a bargain, and he was bound by honor to help her. She wouldn't think too closely about what she would have to do when the matter was finished. A shudder racked her. His comment that he would respect her freedom-gammon. What did he know about her freedom? He had never spent hours alone with only books for company, never been told to marry someone he hardly knew not only because the family needed the money but because he would likely never receive another offer. He never had to endure seven years of marriage to someone twice his age with little tact and less wit.
Kit slammed her chamber door behind her, then leaned her back against it. Always duty and honor. Duty, and honor, and obligation. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that even now gilded her lashes. She would do her duty to the d.u.c.h.ess-she had to. She had always done what was expected of her, first to her family and later to her husband.
Yes, she would honor her bargain with this handsome, heartless devil. But for once in her life she wanted to follow the demands of her own heart.
Chapter Five.
Late the following morning, after another nearly sleepless night, Kit went down to breakfast. A quick survey of the breakfast room revealed the duke seated at the head of the table, his head barely visible above the edge of the newspaper. No one else. Kit realized she'd been holding her breath, and exhaled in a slow sigh. The sound attracted the duke's attention; he peered over his newspaper, scowled as he recognized her, then snapped the paper back into place. Knowing from yesterday's experience that trying to speak to His Grace alone was fruitless, and not overly fond of the idea of trying to eat beneath the duke's scathing glare, Kit wrapped a scone in a napkin and retreated to the terrace.
Morning sun bathed the formal garden in a glow of gentle light. Blooms burst forth in a profusion of color, especially in the well-tended beds of roses for which Broadwell Manor was famous. Lavender scented the air; heavy-headed irises nodded in the slight breeze. The laburnums wore long trusses of yellow flowers. A few insects buzzed through the warm, humid air. A flash of color behind a boxwood topiary caught her eye, and Kit headed toward it.
She pa.s.sed along a series of gravel paths that radiated outward from the middle in a maze-like lattice. At the center of the garden stood a fountain, a structure that involved two winged cherubs pouring water from pitchers into a single immense basin. Water splashed and gurgled in counterpoint to the ringing birdsong.
The dowager sat on one of the stone benches that ringed the basin, her shoulders hunched beneath her fringed shawl. In her dress of gra.s.s green silk, with a wispy lace cap perched atop her gray curls, the elderly lady reminded Kit of a dandelion that had gone to seed. Her face looked pale and drawn despite the spots of rouge on her cheeks.
Kit put two and two together: the duke's surly mood and the dowager's depression. A yawning pit opened at the bottom of her stomach. Not already! She sent a fervent prayer heavenward. Oh, please, not the children. Don't let him have threatened to keep them away from her. . . .
The dowager did not seem to hear the crunch of gravel beneath the heels of Kit's half boots, but continued to stare into the empty basin of the fountain. Kit worried her lower lip between her teeth, then pasted a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Your Grace," she called. "How lucky we are to have such fine weather."
The dowager glanced up then, and her unhappiness vanished beneath an answering smile. She straightened. "Good morning, child. Yes, fine weather indeed. Come and sit with me."
Kit sat obediently, then began to unwrap the scone. "You seemed rather melancholy just now, Your Grace."
"Did I? Well, I shall have to stop that at once. How can I be melancholy when you are here?" she said, a twinkle in her dark eyes.
Kit placed a gentle hand on the lady's arm. "Are you feeling well, Your Grace?"
"Of course I am well, child. Never better. Why do you ask?"
"I heard that you had quarreled with the duke," Kit replied as delicately as she could, "and that you took to your bed after you returned from your outing."
"Oh, pish," snorted the dowager. "Afraid my grandson will give me apoplexy, what? You know I am not so weak and frail as all that."
"No, not at all, ma'am," Kit hastened to amend. "But I was concerned for you, especially after you took dinner in your rooms."
"You needn't be, child. I just could not stand the thought of eating while that sour-faced grandson of mine glared at me from across the table. The prospect was enough to curdle my stomach."
Kit's hand closed over her scone. "I know what you mean. I trust you are recovered this morning?"
"Quite, although I would feel a good deal better if my relations would stop meddling in my affairs," the dowager declared. "I am prodigiously displeased. I made my wishes quite clear when I told them I wanted to hear no more of their nonsense, but they have not paid any heed."
"Would you like to leave?" Kit asked quietly. "We can be back in Bath before nightfall."
"No." The dowager shook her head. "I will not turn tail and run from this b.u.mble broth, child, and give my ninny of a grandson even the smallest sense of victory. Leaving now will only postpone the inevitable. No, we shall stay the entire week and sort out this mess once and for all. Unless, of course, you wish to leave."
Kit jerked up her head, startled. "Oh . . . no, Your Grace."
"I must say I am glad to hear it, my dear. We shall show them that we're made of sterner stuff, what?"
"Of course," Kit murmured. She glanced down at the napkin on her lap, the scone a rather crumbly mess in the center of it, and folded it back up and set it aside, her appet.i.te gone. Apprehension coiled in the pit of her stomach, and remained no matter how hard she tried to dispel it. She would not be the one to suggest that they leave Broadwell Manor, even to get away from the marquess; she could not break her word, nor would she cry coward. This was about the dowager's happiness, not hers.
Lord Bainbridge's words to her yesterday in the gallery told her exactly what he wanted from her, just as his kiss had told her that he was not a man to be put off.
His kiss.
Embarra.s.sed heat scorched her face. Why on earth had she allowed him to bait her like that? To talk of seduction-she blushed again-in such a frank and open conversation? What a great looby she had been! The marquess had planned the whole thing from start to finish; he had probably been the one to suggest to the dowager that he return to the house to "check on" her. And she had fallen neatly into his trap. But her body had betrayed her. She had luxuriated in the sensation of his lips over hers, of his strong arms enfolding her body. She twitched. No matter how much she enjoyed it, she would not let him seduce her, not until he had followed through with his part of the bargain. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the bench.
"I was right, you know," commented the dowager.
"I beg your pardon?" Kit sat up in an instant.
The elderly woman regarded her with speculation. "Woolgathering, child? That is unlike you. Is anything the matter?"
Kit's blush intensified. "No. Please go on, Your Grace."
"I was merely going to say that my suspicions are correct, that my grandson and the rest of the family are plotting against me."
"Plotting against you?" Kit repeated. She flinched. She really must stop doing that. "What makes you say that?"
"Not only did they have the gall to tell me that it is high time for me to retire to the dower house in Wilts.h.i.+re," she huffed, "and to stop embarra.s.sing them with my exploits and odd starts, but this morning my grandson actually threatened to keep the children away from me unless I accede to his wishes. Of all the cheek!"
The pit in the bottom of Kit's stomach yawned wider. Oh, G.o.d, it was as she feared. They would have to act quickly, before a compromise became impossible.
"The duke may have spoken in anger," she soothed. "After all, the two of you are quite alike in your temperaments."
"Well, I suppose so," grumped the d.u.c.h.ess. She hesitated. "I have never embarra.s.sed you, have I child?"
"No, Your Grace," Kit insisted. She reached out and gave the dowager's hand a rea.s.suring squeeze. "Never. And you know I am truthful enough to tell you what is de trop."
"Dear child"-her eyes grew moist, and she cleared her throat-"I do not know what I will do if I cannot see my great-grandchildren. Perhaps . . . perhaps it is time for me to retire."
"Do not give up hope, Your Grace." Kit's mouth hardened. "The week is not over. Something may yet be done to make the duke see reason."
"Reason?" erupted the dowager. She fumbled for her handkerchief. "That oaf will see reason when pigs grow wings."
"The duke is uncommonly stubborn," Kit admitted. "Then again, Your Grace, so are you."
"I?" The dowager drew herself up.
Kit shrugged. "You are, ma'am, and you know it."
"Oh, well, I suppose I am. But not as stubborn as he is."
Kit struggled to hide her grin; such a gesture would only goad the d.u.c.h.ess to further heights of indignation.
Then the d.u.c.h.ess looked toward the house. "Ah, here comes my great-nephew-we shall ask his opinion. Good morning, Bainbridge."
Kit froze.
The marquess strode down the center path with a jaunty gait, one hand raised in greeting. He cut a handsome figure this morning in his jacket of charcoal gray superfine, buff inexpressibles, and highly polished Hessians. Kit forced her gaze to focus at the level of his snowy cravat, no higher; to look into his eyes meant ruin.
"Good morning, Your Grace. Good morning, Mrs. Mallory," he called as he drew close.
"Good morning," Kit muttered between clenched teeth. She had been relieved to avoid him at the breakfast table, and yet here he was. And, from the teasing light in his dark eyes, she could see he was quite pleased with himself for having found her.
Bainbridge made an elegant leg. "You are looking well, Mrs. Mallory," he said. "I am delighted to see that your megrim no longer troubles you."
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