Christine Merrill - Seducing a Stranger
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Christine Merrill lives on a farm in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons and too many pets—all of whom would like her to get off the computer so they can check their e-mail. She has worked in theater costuming, where she was paid to play with period ballgowns, and as a librarian, where she spent the day surrounded by books. Writing historical romance combines her love of good stories and fancy dress with her ability to stare out the window and make stuff up. You can visit her Web site at www.christine-merrill.com
Seducing a Stranger
Christine Merrill
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Author Note
Since I like to think every new project is an adventure, it was a real treat to do my first Undone. My goal was to see how much story I could fit into a few thousand words, while keeping the relationship hot and still getting to the happy ending that we all love. It was a chance to take a break from plotting a full book, to let both my imagination and my characters run wild.
And since the electronic format will get my story into your hands more quickly than I can with my printed books, I get to see the results of my work in just a few months. If there were a press involved, this would be hot off of it.
I hope you have as much fun with it as I did.
Happy reading.
To Mohawk the cat, who gave selflessly of his time by
teasing the dog to hysteria and sleeping on my
keyboard. Without his help, I would never have been
able to finish this story in August. I’d have been done
in June.
CHAPTER ONE
The abbess met Victoria Paget at the door of the brothel welcoming her in without a word. She did not ask Victoria’s name or her reason for seeking out a specific man. She showed no loyalty to her customer, nor did she seem to care overmuch what the strange lady on her doorstep wished to do with her time or her reputation. Victoria suspected that the Earl of Stanton had paid the woman well to insure her lack of curiosity.
And what did it matter, if she was forced to play the whore to discover the truth? It would be worth any sacrifice, if it meant that she could put her husband’s death behind her. If a subordinate’s betrayal had brought about his end and she knew, and yet she did nothing? Then she failed him as a widow, just as she feared she had as a wife. Until she was sure that poor Charles rested easy, she would have no peace herself.
The woman led her through the main salon and down a hall hung with red curtains and bawdy art, and opened one of the many rooms for her. “I know the man you seek, and I know his tastes.” She turned a critical gaze on Victoria, as though she were inspecting merchandise before displaying it. “There will be no difficulty in getting him to come to you, if you have the nerve to meet him.” She waited to see if Victoria expressed shock or hesitation. When she saw none, she said, “Tom Godfrey is known by the girls here to be clean and gentlemanly. You are in no danger, spending an evening in his company.” The woman gave a small satisfied smile. “In fact, there are those who would be jealous of your good fortune.”
Victoria sincerely doubted it, but said nothing.
The abbess gestured her into the small bedroom before them. Then she turned to a silk curtain next to the door and pulled it aside to reveal a brass-bound peephole. The woman offered no further explanation, but Victoria could guess what was expected of her. Lieutenant Godfrey would be led down the hall, toward this room. The abbess would pull aside a portrait or a drapery to give him his first glimpse of the woman who awaited. She was to beguile him with her movements, allowing them both to pretend that she was unaware. She nodded to the abbess.
The woman nodded back. “Wait here and I will see to it that he finds you.” Then she departed, closing the door behind her.
Victoria examined her surroundings, surprised that it was no different than a common bedroom. The walls were covered in cream silk, but there were no paintings or any sort of ornament. The room was empty but for a wardrobe, a small dressing table and mirror, and a great soft bed with virginal white sheets.
She wondered if this room had a specialized purpose: the loss of innocence. Surely this was not the place for her. She had lost that, long ago. And yet? As she hung up her cloak, a shiver went through her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the air.
When she had gone to see her husband’s friend, the Earl of Stanton, with her unusual request, he had first dismissed her as foolish. Perhaps her husband had suspected that there was a spy in the midst of his company. His death did not prove the fact. Soldiers died. Surely she knew that. She had followed her husband to the Peninsula and seen the results of battle, had she not?
She had argued that her Charles had died not in battle as he should but because of false intelligence. His men had been unprepared when they were ambushed on the road. Her husband had often remarked about the strange behavior of Lieutenant Godfrey and insisted there was something not quite right about him. It must be more than coincidence that the man who her husband suspected was the only one to escape unscathed from the massacre.
Stanton had argued that she had no real proof. That the man’s reputation had been sterling, right up to that moment. And in any case, he was no longer the army’s concern. He had been badly wounded in another engagement, retired from the service and returned to London. Then he had thought to tease her, and made the outrageous suggestion that she find the man and ask him herself.
When she had eagerly agreed to this, he had changed his tune and tried to frighten her. Godfrey did not inhabit the sorts of places that a respectable lady might go. Did she mean to frequent bawdy houses, looking for him?
She had squared her shoulders and said, “If necessary.”
And necessity had brought her here.
Victoria reached behind her to undo the modest gown she wore. She had cast off her mourning before coming here. Though black might suit her mood, it did not fit her disguise. Red had seemed too obvious. So she had chosen a green dress. She favored the color, although she had worn nothing so frivolous since before her marriage. Now she removed it and hung it on a hook at the back of the wardrobe.
She stood in petticoats and shift, staring at her own white face in the little mirror. It could not do to look frightened, when he came for her. Stanton had argued that she would be horrified at what was expected from a woman in such a place.
She lifted her chin, examining her reflection and pinching her cheeks to get some color back into them. She had informed Stanton that she was no longer a schoolgirl, and was not in the least frightened of a thing that she had done many times before.
Her frankness had made the poor man blush, and he’d pleaded with her to cry off and to forget everything he had said on the matter.
Of course, she had refused. Given the suspicious nature of his death, her husband would have expected her to act on what he had told her. Although Charles had been a good man, sometimes he had treated her no different than he treated his soldiers. He expected loyalty, obedience and courage, as well as her devotion. If the Earl of Stanton did not mean to pursue the matter, then she must. And she would be better off under his guidance than acting on her own.
When he had seen that she would not be swayed, he had shaken his head and given her the address of this place. He had promised that although it was against his better judgment, all would be arranged.
She froze. There was a whisper of air against her bare arms. It seemed to come from behind the draperies on the wall behind her. He was there, watching her.
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