Loretta Chase - Silk Is For Seduction

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Seduction was a game…Marcelline Noirot has one thing on her mind when she meets the Duke of Clevedon. It’s not his heartbreaking good looks, nor his smouldering charm. She’s after his wallet and…his bride-to-be.One of the most talented dressmakers in London, landing the Clevedon wedding dress would catapult Marcelline’s family business to fame and fortune. She’ll do whatever it takes and if that means using her feminine wiles on the Duke to get what she wants, then so be it. But losing her heart…that’s not part of the bargain.THE DRESSMAKERSSILK IS FOR SEDUCTION Book1SCANDAL WEARS SATIN Book 2VIXEN IN VELVET Book 3

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“That’s sweet,” she said, “but you fail to consider her position. People ought to look up to and admire the Duchess of Clevedon, and people, generally, judge the book by the cover. If that were not the case, we’d all go about in tunics and blankets and animal hides, as our ancestors did. And it’s silly for you of all men to make out that clothes are not important. Only look at you.”

He was all but dancing with rage. How dare she speak of Clara in that way? How dare she patronize him? He wanted to pick her up and—and—

Devil confound her. He couldn’t remember when last he’d let a woman—a shopkeeper , no less—ignite his temper.

He said, “Look about you. I’m in Paris. Where fashion’s heart beats, as you said.”

“And do you wear any old thing in London?” she said.

He was so busy trying not to strangle her that he couldn’t think of a proper retort. All he could do was glare at her.

“It’s no use scowling at me,” she said. “If I were easily intimidated, I should never have got into this business in the first place.”

“Madame Noirot,” he said, “you seem to have mistaken me for someone else. A fool, I believe. Good day.” He started to turn away.

“Yes, yes.” She gave a lazy wave of her hand. “You’re going to storm off. Go ahead. I’ll see you at Frascati’s, I daresay.”

Chapter Three

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HOTEL FRASCATI, No . 108, rue de Richelieu . This is a gaming-house, which may be considered the second in Paris in point of respectability , as the company is select. Ladies are admitted.

Galignani’s New Paris Guide , 1830

C levedon stopped, turned back, and looked at her.

His eyes were green slits. His sensuous mouth was set. A muscle worked at his jaw near his right ear.

He was a large, powerful man.

He was an English duke, a species known for its tendency to crush any small, annoying thing that got in its way.

His stance and expression would have terrified the average person.

Marcelline was not an average person.

She knew she’d waved a red cape in front of a bull. She’d done it as deliberately as an experienced matador might. Now, like the bull, he was aware of no one else but her.

“Confound you,” he said. “Now I can’t storm away.”

“I shouldn’t blame you if you did,” she said. “You’ve been greatly provoked. But I warn you, your grace, I am the most determined woman you’ll ever meet, and I am determined to dress your duchess.”

“I’m tempted to say, ‘Over my dead body,’” he said, “but I have the harrowing suspicion that you will answer, ‘If necessary.’”

She smiled.

His countenance smoothed a degree and a wicked gleam came into his eyes. “Does this mean you’ll do whatever is necessary?”

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, “and that will not be necessary. Pray consider, your grace. What self-respecting lady would patronize a dressmaker who specializes in seducing the lady’s menfolk?”

“Ah, it’s a specialty, is it?”

“You of all men must know that seduction is an art, and some practitioners are more skilled than others,” she said. “I’ve chosen to apply my talents to dressing ladies beautifully. Women are capricious and difficult to please, yes. Men are easy to please but far more capricious.”

To a discerning woman, his beautiful face was wonderfully expressive. She watched, fascinated, while a speculative expression gradually erased the lingering signs of temper. He was puzzling over her, revising his original estimation and, therefore, his tactics.

This was an intelligent man. She had better be very careful.

“Frascati’s,” he said. “You’re a gambler.”

“The game of chance is my favorite sport,” she said. Gambling—with money, with people, with their futures—was a way of life for her family. “Roulette, especially. Pure chance.”

“This explains the risks you take with men you don’t know,” he said.

“Dressmaking is not a trade for the faint of heart,” she said.

The humor came back into his green eyes and the corners of his mouth quirked up. On any other man that look would have been charming. On him it was devastating. The eyes, the sweet little smile—it stabbed a girl to the heart and then lower down.

“So it would seem,” he said. “A more dangerous trade than I’d supposed.”

“You’ve no idea,” she said.

“This promises to be interesting,” he said. “I’ll see you at Frascati’s.”

He made her a bow, and it was pure masculine grace, the smooth and confident movement of a man completely at ease in his powerful body.

He took his leave, and she watched him saunter away. she watched scores of elegant hats and bonnets change direction as other women watched him pass.

She’d thrown down the gauntlet and he’d taken it up, as she’d known he would.

Now all she had to do was not end up on her back with that splendid body between her legs.

That was not going to be easy.

But then, if it were easy, it wouldn’t be much fun.

London

Wednesday night

Mrs. Downes waited in a carriage a short distance from the seamstress’s lodgings. Shortly after half-past nine, the seamstress passed the carriage. She glanced up but didn’t stop walking. A moment later, Mrs. Downes stepped down from the carriage, continued down the street, and greeted the young woman as though theirs was an accidental encounter of two old acquaintances. They asked after each other’s health. Then they walked a few steps to the door of the house where the seamstress lived. After a moment of conversation, the seamstress withdrew from her pocket a folded piece of paper.

Mrs. Downes reached for it.

“The money first,” the seamstress said.

“Let me see what it is first,” Mrs. Downes said. “For all I know, it’s nothing out of the way.”

The seamstress stepped closer to the street lamp and opened the folded sheet of paper.

Mrs. Downes gave a little gasp, and hastily covered it up with a disdainful sniff. “Is that all? My girls can run up something like that in an hour. It’s hardly worth half a crown, let alone a sovereign.”

The seamstress folded up the paper. “Well, then, let them do it if they can,” she said. “I’ve made notes on the back about how it’s done, but I’m sure your clever girls don’t need any help working out how to keep those folds the way she has them, or how to make those bows. And you don’t need to know which ribbon she uses and who she gets it from. No, indeed, you don’t want any of that. So I’ll take this in with me, shall I, and throw it on the fire. I know how it’s done, and Madame knows how it’s done, and one or two of our less clumsy girls know the trick.”

This particular seamstress spoke dismissively of the others, deeming herself superior to them and not half-properly appreciated. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been standing in the street, late at night, when she was hungry for her supper. She certainly wouldn’t be talking to the competition if Some People valued her as they ought to do.

“No, madam, you don’t need a bit of it,” she said, “and I wonder at your coming out at this hour, wasting your valuable time.”

“Yes, I’ve wasted quite enough,” Mrs. Downes reached into her reticule. “Here’s your money. But if you want more, you’d better bring me something better.”

“How much more?” the seamstress said as she pocketed the money.

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