Read Online To Love A Lord of London (Wardington Park; Raptures of Royalty) by Eleanor Meyers - Free Book Online
Authors: Eleanor Meyers
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eyes of everyone else. Nathaniel’s hands reached for Amy’s and took hold of her gloved fingers.
Amy’s heart raced as his long fingers travelled up her hands until they came to the edge of her glove. Then he dipped a finger in and brought out her chain. She frowned and looked up into his green eyes. “How’d—”
“ I noticed it when you were pointing at the Artemis backdrop. Why do you hide it?”
“It’s personal,” she said, taking her hand back.
His look hardened, “Was it a gift from a lover?”
She stayed herself from rolling her eyes. She tried to come up with an appropriate reply, but simply came up with, “No.”
He stared at her, as if not believing her words.
Amy sighed. “My father gave it to me before he died.”
His eyes softened. “I’m sorry.”
She nodded but said nothing. The pain of losing the person closest to her still hurt.
“Was it he who introduced you to reading plays?”
She shook her head, her pulse climbing again. They were getting to a topic that was best avoided. “My… My mother did.”
They were silent for a moment, then Nathaniel changed the subject, which she was grateful for. She was especially grateful for what the change of topic led to. “They're showing Cain this week.” Cain was a play written by Lord Byron, a Paradise Lost version of Adam, Eve, and the fall of mankind.
W ere his words an invitation ? Amy pulled her fan and began to wave it furiously. “I heard. I plan to go.”
“Plan to go with me.”
She smiled. It had been an invitation. “And if I’d already been asked?”
Nathaniel went still. “Refuse them. Come with me.”
“They asked me first.” There was no one else.
“I asked you first.”
She laughed, “Did not.”
His eyes were serious. “Did to. Weeks ago. Don’t you remember?”
Amy played daft, even though her fan began to move quicker.
He smiled and grabbed her wrist, stopping the movement of her fan. His hand felt warm around her skin even through the glove he wore. When he spoke, there was danger laced in his voice. “Shall I remind you?” The words a deadly promise. Passion. Heat. Ruin.
She broke her wrist from his hold, needing the fan more than ever. “No, I believe I remember now.”
“I would like to call on you tomorrow.”
A call?
Her eyes went wide as she stared up at him, her chest rising and falling. She swallowed and licked her dry lips.
“Pay call?“
H is eyes were serious .
She frowned. Wardington had told her this would happen much later. Nathaniel couldn’t be ready for what she believed he was asking. First would be to visit her at her home. The next step would be courting. Surely, he was not ready for that. Not when he’d refused to entertain the thought for so long. “Why?”
He lifted a brow, “Why?” He laughed. “This is not something I’ve ever done before. Now you wish to know why?”
She nodded.
He moved closer and lowered his voice, “I thought it would be obvious…”
Amy shivered and took a step back. “I will not be your mistress.”
He stared at her and then took a step toward her again. “I have no intention of asking that of you again.” And then he leaned forward and placed a kiss by her ear.
A my’s eyes fluttered closed as she fought not to lean into his touch. “No, you won’t ask… You’ll simply lead me into a position where I’ll have no other choice. Compromise me for all others.” She took a step away from him and met his emotionless eyes.
“I could make you happy.” A lone finger travelled down her cheek.
No. He couldn’t. She’d been right, and the reality of it hurt. He wouldn’t change. Was she not good enough to be his wife? She closed her eyes and drew strength from somewhere deep within herself. When she opened her eyes, she stood firm. “I think we’ve spent enough time alone tonight, my lord.”
Then she turned and left him standing there, practically racing for the ballroom. If anything was certain it was that the
Amy’s heart raced as his long fingers travelled up her hands until they came to the edge of her glove. Then he dipped a finger in and brought out her chain. She frowned and looked up into his green eyes. “How’d—”
“ I noticed it when you were pointing at the Artemis backdrop. Why do you hide it?”
“It’s personal,” she said, taking her hand back.
His look hardened, “Was it a gift from a lover?”
She stayed herself from rolling her eyes. She tried to come up with an appropriate reply, but simply came up with, “No.”
He stared at her, as if not believing her words.
Amy sighed. “My father gave it to me before he died.”
His eyes softened. “I’m sorry.”
She nodded but said nothing. The pain of losing the person closest to her still hurt.
“Was it he who introduced you to reading plays?”
She shook her head, her pulse climbing again. They were getting to a topic that was best avoided. “My… My mother did.”
They were silent for a moment, then Nathaniel changed the subject, which she was grateful for. She was especially grateful for what the change of topic led to. “They're showing Cain this week.” Cain was a play written by Lord Byron, a Paradise Lost version of Adam, Eve, and the fall of mankind.
W ere his words an invitation ? Amy pulled her fan and began to wave it furiously. “I heard. I plan to go.”
“Plan to go with me.”
She smiled. It had been an invitation. “And if I’d already been asked?”
Nathaniel went still. “Refuse them. Come with me.”
“They asked me first.” There was no one else.
“I asked you first.”
She laughed, “Did not.”
His eyes were serious. “Did to. Weeks ago. Don’t you remember?”
Amy played daft, even though her fan began to move quicker.
He smiled and grabbed her wrist, stopping the movement of her fan. His hand felt warm around her skin even through the glove he wore. When he spoke, there was danger laced in his voice. “Shall I remind you?” The words a deadly promise. Passion. Heat. Ruin.
She broke her wrist from his hold, needing the fan more than ever. “No, I believe I remember now.”
“I would like to call on you tomorrow.”
A call?
Her eyes went wide as she stared up at him, her chest rising and falling. She swallowed and licked her dry lips.
“Pay call?“
H is eyes were serious .
She frowned. Wardington had told her this would happen much later. Nathaniel couldn’t be ready for what she believed he was asking. First would be to visit her at her home. The next step would be courting. Surely, he was not ready for that. Not when he’d refused to entertain the thought for so long. “Why?”
He lifted a brow, “Why?” He laughed. “This is not something I’ve ever done before. Now you wish to know why?”
She nodded.
He moved closer and lowered his voice, “I thought it would be obvious…”
Amy shivered and took a step back. “I will not be your mistress.”
He stared at her and then took a step toward her again. “I have no intention of asking that of you again.” And then he leaned forward and placed a kiss by her ear.
A my’s eyes fluttered closed as she fought not to lean into his touch. “No, you won’t ask… You’ll simply lead me into a position where I’ll have no other choice. Compromise me for all others.” She took a step away from him and met his emotionless eyes.
“I could make you happy.” A lone finger travelled down her cheek.
No. He couldn’t. She’d been right, and the reality of it hurt. He wouldn’t change. Was she not good enough to be his wife? She closed her eyes and drew strength from somewhere deep within herself. When she opened her eyes, she stood firm. “I think we’ve spent enough time alone tonight, my lord.”
Then she turned and left him standing there, practically racing for the ballroom. If anything was certain it was that the
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