Vixen In Velvet. Loretta Chase
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She straightened and came around to face him, making a pretty flurry of white muslin and lace.
She was a dressmaker, he told himself. She knew how to wield clothes as a weapon. And it worked all too well, like a club to the head.
She gave him the enigmatic smile, so like the one Botticelli’s Venus wore. ‘A wager,’ she said.
‘Everybody else is doing it,’ he said. ‘Why shouldn’t we?’
“Because you’ll lose?” she said.
‘Oh, but I’m sure you’ll lose,’ he said. ‘And my mind is wandering over an interesting range of forfeits.’
‘Mine, too,’ she said. ‘Money means nothing to you, so I must use my powers of imagination.’
‘I had higher stakes in mind,’ he said. ‘Nothing so ordinary as money. Something significant.’
She set her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned back.
He couldn’t exactly see her calculating. She was too good at not showing what she was about. Yet he knew she was weighing and measuring, and so he calculated, too.
He sensed the moment when she’d worked out her answer. Yet she waited one moment. Another.
Playing with him, the vixen.
THE DRESSMAKERS SERIES
Silk is for Seduction
Scandal Wears Satin
Vixen in Velvet
LORETTA CHASE has worked in academe, retail and the visual arts, as well as on the streets—as a meter maid (aka traffic warden)—and in video, as a scriptwriter. She might have developed an excitingly chequered career had her spouse not nagged her into writing fiction. Her bestselling historical romances, set in the Regency and Romantic eras of the early nineteenth century, have won a number of awards, including the Romance Writers of America’s RITA®.
Website: www.LorettaChase.com.
Vixen in Velvet
Loretta Chase
MILLS & BOON
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In memory of my mother
Thanks to:
May Chen: funny, wise and understanding editor, whose patience surpasseth all understanding;
Nancy Yost: brilliant, hard-working, witty and inspiring agent;
Isabella Bradford: kindred spirit and nerdy history co-enabler;
Paul and Carol: providers of the perfect writer’s refuge on Cape Cod;
Valerie Kerxhalli: advisor in French Colonial matters;
Williamsburg milliners, mantua makers and tailors: experts in historic dress, who continue to unlock the mysteries of clothing from the past;
Cynthia, Vivian and Kathy: sisters, cheerleaders, confidantes, friends;
Walter: spouse, producer, cinematographer and knight in shining armour,
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Author’s Note
BRITISH INSTITUTION.—ANCIENT MASTERS. This annual Exhibition is the best set-off to the illiberality with which our grand signors shut up their pictures from the public—making, in fact, close boroughs of their collections.
—The Athenaeum, 30 May 1835
British Institution, Pall Mall, London
Wednesday 8 July
He lay naked but for a cloth draped over his manly parts. Head fallen back, eyes closed, mouth partly open, he slept too deeply to notice the imps playing with his armor and weapons, or the one blowing through a shell into his ear. The woman reclined nearby, her elbow resting on a red cushion. Unlike him, she was fully dressed, in gold-trimmed linen, and fully awake. She watched him with an unreadable expression. Did her lips hint at a smile or a frown, or was her mind elsewhere entirely?