Bride for a Night(12)
She shivered as the heat of his body easily penetrated her thin gown. Dear heavens, she had so often dreamed of this man holding her in his arms as they danced across a ballroom, but harmless fantasies did not prepare a poor maiden for the reality of his overpowering presence.
“What do you think?” he growled.
She lowered her lashes, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing how painful she found the thought of him with another woman.
“I think you will do whatever possible to humiliate me.”
He lowered his head until she felt the brush of his warm breath on her cheek.
“Would you prefer that I remain at home with you, pretending to be a devoted husband?”
She hastily pulled from his touch, as horrified as she was baffled by the quivering sensations that fluttered through her at the brush of his hard body against her.
“I would never ask the impossible,” she muttered, “but it would be a pleasant change…”
“Pleasant change?” he prompted, as her too-revealing words stumbled to a halt.
She wrapped her arms around her waist, as if they could protect her.
“A pleasant change not to be the source of amusement when I enter a ballroom,” she forced herself to continue.
He studied her broodingly. “Is that why you insist on becoming my bride?” he demanded. “Do you believe your position as the Countess of Ashcombe will offer you approval among society?”
She made a smothered sound of frustration. “I have told you, I have no desire to marry anyone, let alone a gentleman who holds me in such obvious contempt.”
A muscle in his jaw knotted. “Do you blame me?”
Guilt pierced her at his reminder that he was as much a victim to this hideous fate as she.
Perhaps even more so.
What had he done beyond attempting to protect his family? Now he was trapped with a woman whom he would never, ever have chosen as his bride.
“No,” she breathed. “No, I do not hold you to blame.”
He appeared caught off guard by her soft agreement, then his face tightened with annoyance.
“You will see that your father receives the papers?”
“Not until I finish reading the terms of my imprisonment,” she muttered with a grimace.
He frowned. “What did you say?”
“I think I should at least comprehend what is expected of me as a wife,” she said with a shrug. “Otherwise I am likely to be even more of a disappointment.”
The silver eyes narrowed. “You will not be a disappointment, my dear.”
“No?” A humorless smile curved her lips. “How can you be so certain?”
“Quite simply because I will not allow it.”
With his arrogant threat delivered, Lord Ashcombe performed a graceful bow and turned to leave Talia standing alone in the parlor, the hateful papers still clutched in her hand.
LORD ASHCOMBE’S townhouse was as oppressively elegant as Talia had feared.
Built along grand lines in the midst of Grosvenor Square, it was constructed of pale stone and had seven bays with brick archways that led into an alcove hiding the double oak doors. Banks of imposing windows overlooked the street, and alighting from her carriage, Talia had the unnerving sensation that there were dozens of hidden eyes trained upon her.
Her unease was not lessened as she was led through a white tiled foyer and up a sweeping marble staircase to the back of the house where the gothic chapel was located. She might not have been raised as an aristocrat, but she had spent enough hours in the library to recognize the stunning masterpieces that lined the paneled walls of the long gallery and the impressive Italianate ceiling in the formal salon that was painted with miniature scenes from Greek mythology. Certainly she had no difficulty in recognizing the priceless Venetian chandelier that hung just outside the chapel.
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