A Lady at Last. Brenda Joyce
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and rushed off to Anahid, who was waiting a discreet distance away.
Amanda tensed in anticipation of her punishment, watching his shoulders stiffen before he turned. He gestured. “Would you care—”
Amanda ducked.
He froze, his hand in the air, poised between them. “What are you doing?”
She flushed. She had broken his rules, and she should stand firm. “Nothing. I mean, I won’t dodge the blow.”
His eyes popped. “What?”
“Go ahead, just do it. I disobeyed your orders.”
“You think I mean to strike you?” He dropped his hand.
She became wary. “That’s what a hand is for, isn’t it?”
He took a step toward her and she forgot her resolve, backing up. He halted, and so did she. “Miss Carre! I do not strike women,” he said, aghast. “I have never struck a woman in my life, and I never will.”
She wasn’t sure she should believe him. “Is this a trick?”
He was incredulous, so much so that it was a moment before he spoke. When he did, she saw pity in his eyes. “I am trying to invite you to dine with me tonight,” he said.
“You want to sup with me?” This had to be trickery, didn’t it?
He nodded. “I thought we might converse.”
Amanda was suspicious. Men had one use for women—and it wasn’t for conversation. Her heart slammed hard. He had changed his mind. He had decided to take her to his bed after all.
“Will you accept my invitation?”
She didn’t know what to think. Was he now going to allow her to pay for her passage in his bed? Her mind filled with hazy but heated images of her golden dream lover, and suddenly, that lover wasn’t faceless anymore. Instead it was de Warenne stroking her body, causing her skin to tingle and throb. Maybe she wouldn’t mind being in his bed. Everyone said he was a superb lover. She’d heard the island ladies talking about him more times than she could remember. Some of them, the ones who’d shared his bed, had bragged about it to their friends. Somehow, she knew the rumors were true.
Her skin was tingling now, as if she was in one of her secret dreams, but this time, the aching was more intense. She breathed and nodded. “We can sup…and converse.”
His gaze narrowed. “My intentions are honorable.”
She didn’t believe him, not for a moment.
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