Deloras Scott - The Devil's Kiss

“And rightly so. Here’s a thought. Perhaps he doesn’t know how to shoot.”

Beth drew up her knees and wrapped her arm around them. “Then if he isn’t an outlaw in the truest sense, and if he doesn’t know how to shoot, why doesn’t he show any fear?”

“Nothing has happened to frighten him.”

“Don’t you find it strange that he’s never shown any concern for his well-being? There is a hardness...” She set her teacup on the floor beside her. “It’s difficult to explain.”

“I also mentioned to Howard the possibility that Cole is out to get your money.” It took several tries before Esther managed to pull herself to her feet. “He has to know about the money you’re carrying. How else would you be able to pay for everything?”

“Esther, you keep contradicting yourself. You say he is a coward who can’t shoot, then you turn right around and say he is planning to steal everything I own! As long as he does what I want, you can stop concerning yourself over the matter.”

“You can’t keep him a prisoner forever.”

Beth grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind her back. “Do you know what ‘not having the salt to learn’ means?”

“Salt? Mercy, no.”

“That’s what Cole said to me. It sounded more like accusation. Oh, well, it isn’t of any significance. He also complained about the lack of time we spend traveling. Perhaps he and I need to talk. I believe I’ll have him dine with me. Yes. That’s what I’ll do. As soon as you pour me another cup of tea, go tell Magda I want her special chicken tonight, as well as several of her other delicious dishes...and a custard.”

“Don’t you think –”

“Hush. I don’t want to hear anything more about it.”

When Cole entered the big tent and saw Beth, he had an immediate, unexpected, erection. Lord a-mighty! He was reacting like some young pup who had never had a woman. Yet in all fairness he sure as hell hadn’t expected to see his hostess in such a costume. Howard had warned him to be prepared for anything, and he should have listened. She’d never catch him off guard like this again.

In an effort to take his mind off the fetching female, Cole glanced around the interior of the tent. It was like stepping into another world. A large rug covered the floor, and an assortment of brass objects were scattered about. He had no idea what they were used for. The furniture consisted of a lot of colorful pillows and low tables and chairs.

Having regained his composure, he let his gaze shift back to the object of his discomfort. Bethany Alexander was reclined against some of the pillows. Her skirt, made of green-and-blue sparkling material, barely covered her hips, leaving a clear view of a flat stomach and a jewel embedded in her navel. The upper portion of her costume allowed just enough material to cover her breasts. Diaphanous veils of various colors draped from the top of her head and extended over creamy white shoulders and body. Her long, thick mane hung down her back, with short copper curls caressing her smooth cheeks.

“I hope you don’t intend to remain there all night. Do come in.”

“Do you often dress for supper like that?” he asked. Even he was amazed at how calm he sounded.

Beth laughed. “Only on special occasions. You see, I am just finishing my book on Turkey, and it helps me to write when I can create the right atmosphere. This is what women wear in Turkey. Do you like it?” She didn’t bother to inform him that it was a belly dancer’s costume.

Cole heard a jingling noise when she moved a bare foot. Only then did he notice the tiny bells circling her small ankles. He cleared his throat. Traveling with this woman certainly brought its surprises. “It’s different,” he finally replied. At this moment he couldn’t think of a thing he wanted more than to grab the beauty, lift her onto the pillows and make unrestrained love for the rest of the evening. “At first I thought you might be out to seduce me.”

“And what would you say if I was?”

Convinced she was now safe, she was playing with him. The whole thing verged on the unbelievable. Here he was in a situation that any man might dream of, yet he had to keep his britches up! “I’d have to refuse.” He chuckled. “I never let a woman bed me unless we’re well acquainted.”

“Surely you must find me... tempting?” she asked good-naturedly.

He had to say something that would keep her away from him. More specifically, keep him from her. “Contrary to what you may think, I do have my morals.” He rather enjoyed taking a virginal woman’s side of the issue.

Beth broke out laughing. She laughed so hard tears began rolling down her cheeks. She had deliberately set out to shock him, only to end up with the man preaching morality!

“Maybe I should come back another time.”

“No, no,” Beth managed to say. “The...food is... ready.” As she tried to regain control of herself, she pointed to the other side of the table, motioning her guest to be seated.

After wiping her eyes and blowing her nose on the handkerchief she retrieved from beneath one of the pillows, Beth realized the outlaw was still standing just inside the tent. “Come, sit down. I don’t bite. I take it you haven’t been around many women.”

Not any quite like you, Cole thought. “I’ve known a few.”

Beth wished he would shave off that confounded beard so she could get a good look at his face.

Cole moved forward. “Where am I supposed to sit?”

“On one of the pillows.” Beth suddenly wondered why she had felt the need to taunt this man. She should have been aware of his shyness. Or was it shyness? He hadn’t been backward when he complimented her in Independence. He had said she was a vision of loveliness. A shy man didn’t come up with words like that. “I’ve had a special meal prepared just for you.”

“I’d prefer it if you’d tell me the purpose of my being here.” Cole sat on a pillow, then tried to figure out what he was supposed to do with his long legs.

“You said we needed to talk about our trip. I thought this was a more civilized way of doing it than yelling at each other.”

Cole finally crossed his legs Indian-style. “What I’ve been trying to tell you—”

“Let’s wait until after we have eaten. It isn’t proper to discuss business during a meal.”

As the women began parading in with various bowls of food, the delicious aroma quickly permeated the air, making Cole’s mouth water. Having eaten only a couple of biscuits that morning, he was ready for a good meal.

Cole pitched right in. The bowls didn’t have a lot in them, but he still managed goodly-sized portions on his plate. None of the dishes looked familiar, but he wasn’t picky. He took a big bite of the chunky meat.

Beth raised her finger, but the food had already disappeared into Cole’s mouth. She flinched when his eyes became large circles of obsidian.

Cole was convinced the woman had tried to kill him. The hot spices were not only cooking his mouth, his skin was turning red! He glanced around the table for water, even though he knew it would only make the burning worse. There was none. Not even a saltcellar to sprinkle salt in his mouth. His eyes watering, he snatched up the glass filled with heaven knew what and downed the contents. Gawd almighty! It was vinegar! He jumped to his feet and ran out of the tent, already removing his coat and welcoming the feel of fresh air against his hot flesh. Each breath he took was like inhaling fire.

“Are...are you all right?”

Cole spun around and glowered at his hostess.

“I started to tell you the food was spicy, but you had already taken a bite.” Beth raised her hand to her throat. There was no warmth in those black eyes staring back at her. “I had wanted something different to serve you. I’m used to the food, so I had forgotten how hot Turkish food can seem to others.” Seeing his breathing was returning to normal, she relaxed somewhat. She honestly felt bad about what had happened. “If you’ll come back in, I’ll get you some water and have Magda prepare something more to your liking.”