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make it
outside Helmskeep the next opportunity, for certain.
     
    She noticed a sudden silence
and glanced up, wondering what he was about.
     
    “Now who is acting the
child?  You’ve scarce uttered a word in all this time,” he said finally, a
slight smile on his lips as he leaned back and crossed his arms.
     
    She frowned at him, her
attention caught.  He’d made no mention of forcing her to converse, and she
resented his implication.  “Is it any wonder?  I have good reason to.”  She was not acting like a child.  She simply ... didn’t have anything to say to
him.
     
    One corner of his mouth
hitched higher, and he arched one brow.  “Come, I did not ... beat you.”
     
    Bianca’s skin heated as she
blushed at the reminder of what he’d done.  What sort of lowborn man would
bring up such a thing at the table?  Never mind the fact that she could
scarcely draw her thoughts away from it.  Just looking at his long, tapered
fingers made her weak inside.  “No, you did not.”
     
    She lifted her glass to sip
some wine, and strangled as something touched her foot beneath the table. 
Bianca coughed and sputtered, near jumping out of her seat.  She patted her
lips with a linen towel and surreptitiously looked down to see his foot disappear
beneath her skirt.  She felt the soft leather slide up her calf.  He stroked it
up and down, moving higher each time.  By all that was holy--she wanted him to
touch her again, wanted him to soothe her ache--but she couldn’t allow it.
     
    Bianca wiggled in her seat
away from him and shook her legs, but he persisted.  If anything, he seemed
more determined now than ever.  Perhaps if she showed no reaction, he would
cease and desist.  Any response he aroused in her only seemed to provoke him
further.
     
    Resolutely, Bianca ignored
him, until his foot slipped up between her thighs.  She clamped her legs
tightly together, and he grinned.  Actually grinned at her!  He was using her
weakness against her.
     
    Her fork clattered to her
plate as she dropped it and glared at him.
     
    “Am I disturbing you?”  His
smile increased.
     
    If she’d not been on the
receiving end of his teasing, she would have laughed.  At this moment, he was
so unlike what he normally projected himself to be.  It gave her hope that
anyone could change, and she found his reversal enormously appealing.
     
    He inched higher between her
thighs, despite her efforts.  He delighted in tormenting her.  That was
obvious.  She would not give him the satisfaction of winning so easily.  She
returned his smile, her teeth gritted as she said, “No, my lord, you are not
disturbing me.”
     
    “That is good, for I find for
the first time in centuries, I’m enjoying myself.”
     
    She felt his toes wiggle on
her sensitive flesh, and wondered how he’d managed to remove his boot.  She
tightened her thighs and smiled at him with death in her eyes.  “I wonder that
your mind focuses so readily on sensual pleasures, my lord, when you deny such
impulses affect you.”
     
    “Perhaps you’ve healed me
after all....”
     
    Bianca startled as he touched
her intimate folds.  She bit her lip to keep from crying out in joy and gripped
the arms of her chair, her knuckles whitening under the pressure.  All hint of
humor had vanished from her mood.  Catching her voice, she said, “Stop that.”
     
    “This?”  He teased her slit,
her own moisture easing the glide of his digits.  “Or this?”  He flicked her
clit, and she gasped, unable and unwilling to move away.
     
    She nodded.  “Yes.  Yes
that.”
     
    He rubbed roughly against her
swollen nub.  She jerked against him, her hips moving forward of their own
accord, grinding against him.  Her nerves danced with burgeoning pleasure.
     
    “I apologize for my
confusion.  You wanted me to stop?”
     
    Bianca bit her lip and
nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again, dizzy and unsure of what she
wanted anymore.  She