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frolicking in a bathing machine. But what has it all got to do with you?"
Leo's attention drifted to the luscious lady with honey-gold hair who walked past and brushed seductively against him. The obvious advance would usually rouse Elliot's amusement, and he'd make a merry quip in response. Yet tonight he could not shake the feeling of disdain.
He had left Alexander's house in haste. The need to spend a few uncomplicated hours, where he could ignore the range of newly awakened emotions flooding his mind and body, had proved futile. Talking about Grace Denton caused memories of their stimulating conversation in the carriage to resurface. In comparison, everything else felt so miserably dull and predictable.
"Caroline Rosemond wrote something about me in her diary," Elliot replied, tapping Leo on the arm to refocus his attention. "She'd mentioned meeting a Markham, although Grace believes it may be short for something else."
"Grace?"
"I mean Mrs. Denton."
"I assume if she stayed the night with you then there is no Mr. Denton."
"She's a widow."
Leo placed his hand on Elliot's shoulder. "And so now you've sampled her wares you're out on the hunt once more."
Anger ignited, the sudden burst of fury causing him to knock Leo's hand away. "Do not speak of her in such base terms. It is nothing like that. She's a friend who needs my help."
Leo took an unsteady step back, his bottom lip practically hitting the floor.
"Close your mouth," Elliot continued in a calmer tone. "Else you'll be gagging on powder and perfume for a month."
"I'm just surprised that's all. I've never known you speak so highly of any woman. Let alone one you've only known for a day."
Was it really only a day?
If he were openly courting her, the quality of time they'd spent together in the last twenty-four hours would equate to months. He did feel a strange connection to her. Perhaps because she wasn't fawning over him. Perhaps because she had rejected his advances. His mind started drifting then.
What would it take for her to succumb to his charms?
If only he could break through her rigid defences. Mr. Denton's skill in the bedchamber must have been terribly poor indeed. Else why would she believe that pleasure had more to do with emotion as opposed to how one used the relevant parts of their anatomy. It wouldn't take much to prove her wrong. Elliot knew a trick that would curl her toes and have her begging for release.
Damn it. The thought caused his cock to pulse and throb.
Perhaps if he satisfied his needs with one of the ladies currently flashing him a generous eyeful of their bosom, he might succeed in banishing all lustful dreams of Grace Denton. Clutching to the merits of that idea, he scanned the room.
No one roused his interest.
"I assumed Alexander would want to spend the night alone with his bride," Leo continued. "I know how he detests being out in Society."
Elliot shook his head and tried to focus on the conversation. "I did not bother to ask if he wished to attend. Besides, a ballroom is the last place he would choose to be, particularly when he is so besotted with Evelyn." He decided not to mention the fact they were entertaining a guest. "He's probably cuddled up on the chaise, reciting poetry and exchanging endearments, amongst other things."
A sharp pang of guilt hit him in the chest for leaving Grace Denton alone with the amorous couple.
"No, he's not," Leo said with a chuckle. "He's over there."
Leo pointed to the opposite side of the ballroom. Elliot raised his chin and narrowed his gaze in an attempt to gain an optimum view.
"Don't be ridiculous. That can't be him," Elliot said, convinced there must be some mistake. Yes, the gentleman had broad shoulders and dark hair, but he suspected they would both chuckle with amusement when he turned around to reveal he was older or wore spectacles or had some absurd feature that set him apart.
"I swear to you, that is Alexander. I saw him walk in."
The gentleman in question
Leo's attention drifted to the luscious lady with honey-gold hair who walked past and brushed seductively against him. The obvious advance would usually rouse Elliot's amusement, and he'd make a merry quip in response. Yet tonight he could not shake the feeling of disdain.
He had left Alexander's house in haste. The need to spend a few uncomplicated hours, where he could ignore the range of newly awakened emotions flooding his mind and body, had proved futile. Talking about Grace Denton caused memories of their stimulating conversation in the carriage to resurface. In comparison, everything else felt so miserably dull and predictable.
"Caroline Rosemond wrote something about me in her diary," Elliot replied, tapping Leo on the arm to refocus his attention. "She'd mentioned meeting a Markham, although Grace believes it may be short for something else."
"Grace?"
"I mean Mrs. Denton."
"I assume if she stayed the night with you then there is no Mr. Denton."
"She's a widow."
Leo placed his hand on Elliot's shoulder. "And so now you've sampled her wares you're out on the hunt once more."
Anger ignited, the sudden burst of fury causing him to knock Leo's hand away. "Do not speak of her in such base terms. It is nothing like that. She's a friend who needs my help."
Leo took an unsteady step back, his bottom lip practically hitting the floor.
"Close your mouth," Elliot continued in a calmer tone. "Else you'll be gagging on powder and perfume for a month."
"I'm just surprised that's all. I've never known you speak so highly of any woman. Let alone one you've only known for a day."
Was it really only a day?
If he were openly courting her, the quality of time they'd spent together in the last twenty-four hours would equate to months. He did feel a strange connection to her. Perhaps because she wasn't fawning over him. Perhaps because she had rejected his advances. His mind started drifting then.
What would it take for her to succumb to his charms?
If only he could break through her rigid defences. Mr. Denton's skill in the bedchamber must have been terribly poor indeed. Else why would she believe that pleasure had more to do with emotion as opposed to how one used the relevant parts of their anatomy. It wouldn't take much to prove her wrong. Elliot knew a trick that would curl her toes and have her begging for release.
Damn it. The thought caused his cock to pulse and throb.
Perhaps if he satisfied his needs with one of the ladies currently flashing him a generous eyeful of their bosom, he might succeed in banishing all lustful dreams of Grace Denton. Clutching to the merits of that idea, he scanned the room.
No one roused his interest.
"I assumed Alexander would want to spend the night alone with his bride," Leo continued. "I know how he detests being out in Society."
Elliot shook his head and tried to focus on the conversation. "I did not bother to ask if he wished to attend. Besides, a ballroom is the last place he would choose to be, particularly when he is so besotted with Evelyn." He decided not to mention the fact they were entertaining a guest. "He's probably cuddled up on the chaise, reciting poetry and exchanging endearments, amongst other things."
A sharp pang of guilt hit him in the chest for leaving Grace Denton alone with the amorous couple.
"No, he's not," Leo said with a chuckle. "He's over there."
Leo pointed to the opposite side of the ballroom. Elliot raised his chin and narrowed his gaze in an attempt to gain an optimum view.
"Don't be ridiculous. That can't be him," Elliot said, convinced there must be some mistake. Yes, the gentleman had broad shoulders and dark hair, but he suspected they would both chuckle with amusement when he turned around to reveal he was older or wore spectacles or had some absurd feature that set him apart.
"I swear to you, that is Alexander. I saw him walk in."
The gentleman in question
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