Kate Pearce - Simply Wicked

A carriage had appeared outside. She recognized Christian’s fair head as he removed his hat and stepped through the front door. Another unknown man followed him in. Mon Dieu . What on earth was she doing even contemplating going out into society again? She hurried to sit by the fire and picked up her embroidery.

The twins entered without ceremony, followed by a tall man fashionably attired in a chestnut brown coat, black breeches and shining top boots. His cravat was neither too modish nor too plain; his black hair was short and showed a tendency to curl at the ends.

“Good afternoon, Marguerite. Are you embroidering? I thought you hated sewing.” Lisette gestured at the man beside her. “Look, we’ve brought him!”

Lisette’s playful remark made Marguerite wince. She stuffed her embroidery down the side of her chair and looked up into the dark blue eyes of Lord Anthony Sokorvsky. She realized he was as embarrassed as she was. With a slight frown at Lisette, she got to her feet and held out her hand.

“Good afternoon, my lord.”

He bowed, brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Good afternoon, my lady. I hope you are having a pleasant day?”

His voice was low and held a hint of laughter. Was he amused by her? Was this whole thing a big joke? She motioned him to the seat opposite her and he sat down, stretching his long legs out toward the fire.

Lisette took a seat on the couch and then immediately jumped up.

“Shall I ring for some tea?”

“Why not? You treat this place as if it’s your house anyway.” Marguerite continued to smile through her teeth as Lisette laughed at her.

“Your siblings seem to have the ability to bamboozle us poor mortals into doing whatever they want.”

Marguerite glanced across at Lord Anthony as he spoke.

“You’ve noticed that, have you?”

“Yes, I suspect that’s the main reason I find myself here today.”

Heat rose in Marguerite’s cheeks. “There is no need for you to be here at all. You are quite free to leave.”

He smiled and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. It is just entertaining to see the twins having the same effect on someone else as they do on me.”

Goodness, he was attractive when he smiled: his generous mouth relaxed, and his blue eyes lit with humor and warmth. Why would a man who looked like that be willing to squire her around town?

Christian cleared his throat. “Lisette and I have to go. We have another appointment.” He looked at Lord Anthony. “Will you be all right to get back to your home?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Good.” Christian bowed and took Lisette’s hand. “We’ll come and see you tomorrow, Marguerite!”

When the door slammed behind the twins, Marguerite sighed. As a widow, was it appropriate for her to entertain a single man alone? She suspected her mama-in-law would disapprove. Should she call her reluctant chaperone down from her room?

“Can I help you with something?”

Lord Anthony was staring at her, a quizzical smile on his lips. She subsided back into her chair.

“I was just wondering about the propriety of your visit. Are widows allowed to entertain unmarried men at home?”

“Allowed? I should imagine they are encouraged to do so.”

She blinked at him. “Are you jesting, sir?”

“Of course I am.” He sat forward, hands clasped together. “At least the twins’ unconventional behavior has allowed us to move on from the dreary boundaries of polite conversation and actually get to know each other a little.”

Marguerite gave a reluctant laugh. “I suppose that’s true. They are annoying, aren’t they?” She hesitated, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “You can leave if you want to. I won’t be offended.”

He smiled. “If I swear that I have no intention of leaping across the room and dishonoring you, may I stay for tea?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because you intrigue me.”

She shrugged. “I’m not worthy of such interest, sir.”

“I think you are. Why would a woman as beautiful as you need an escort for the Season?”

“I don’t need an escort.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what the twins told me, and you did agree to this meeting.”

“I agreed to it to stop them bothering me, surely you can understand that.”

He frowned. “Of course I can, but it doesn’t explain why I’ve never met you before, why you don’t go out into society.”

“I doubt you frequent ton parties, my lord. Apparently you would be besieged by matchmaking mothers. How would you know if you’d met me?”

He held her gaze. “Because you are beautiful?”

“That is a ridiculous thing to say.”

“Why? Because you don’t think you are?” He smiled. “Surely beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

“Then you obviously need spectacles.”

His smile widened. “My eyesight is considered superior, madame, and you are blushing.”

Marguerite was saved from answering by the arrival of the tea tray. She busied herself setting things out, her mind awhirl. When had she last had such an improper and improbable conversation with a man? Never, was the answer. Lord Anthony was certainly different.

Anthony waited as Marguerite fussed over the tea cups and saucers. He didn’t mind. It gave him the opportunity to observe her high cheekbones, huge dark eyes and cupid’s bow mouth in profile. She was as classically beautiful as her mother, their coloring as different as the sun to the moon but breathtaking all the same.

She was petite too, her figure well suited to the higher-waisted gowns and long flowing lines of current fashion. He’d never really looked much at women before, but the purity of her beauty drew him in, made him want to kneel at her feet and worship her . . .

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as she presented him with a cup of tea.

“You do not want it?”

“Excuse me, ma’am, I was thinking about something else. The tea is most welcome.”

He drank it fast, almost burning his tongue, eager to return to their conversation, surprised by how interested he was in finding out more about Marguerite.

“Are you willing to talk to me then?”

She stared at him, her expression dubious. “As long as you don’t slobber over me.”

He couldn’t help smiling. “I did not slobber; I’m not a dog or a horse. I merely suggested I thought you beautiful.”

“Then don’t.”

He set down his cup. “I’ll stop if you agree to come out with me on Friday night.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because you are bored? Because you know you would enjoy my company?”

She half-smiled. “Not only blind but conceited as well.”

He shrugged, surprised by how much he enjoyed her acerbic replies. It seemed all Helene’s children had inherited their mother’s unorthodox nature. He hoped to God that Marguerite was unique enough to understand and appreciate his requirements. He sighed.

“Can I be honest with you? I’m not just trying to avoid matchmaking mothers. I promised my brother I would turn over a new leaf, and that involves going out into society more and spending less time indulging in the excesses of the pleasure house. No offense intended to your mother, of course.”

Marguerite nodded but didn’t speak, her attention fixed on his face.

“We need each other. I want to reintroduce myself into polite society, and you need to enjoy yourself without feeling threatened by all the men who covet your beauty and wealth.”

“You think that’s why I don’t go out?”

“Isn’t it?”

She swallowed hard. “It’s not as simple as that. After my husband died, there were many who blamed me for his death.” She winced. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”