control. They were on display
here, after al. He wanted her. He didn’t want to drive her away
by embarrassing her with his lack of discretion.
He wished the French waltz was danced in reverse, fast to slow
rather than slow to fast. He wanted to tease her some more, to
pul her close to his side and feel the rise and fal of her rapid
pul her close to his side and feel the rise and fal of her rapid
breathing. When the dance caled for her to place her hands
behind her back as he slid his hands around her waist and
grasped them, he had to fight the urge to yank her against him
and kiss her.
Her eyes widened and she looked like a startled doe. Something
must have shown in his expression. Her manner cooled
considerably for the remainder of the dance and Oliver inwardly
cursed. Rather than retreating when the dance came to a close,
however, he went on the attack.
“You didn’t run when you saw us,” he said as they began to
leave the dance floor. “Why?”
Only a brief hesitation in her step gave away her surprise at his
question. Without looking at him she said, “I was too shocked. I
wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t at first realize what was
happening.”
He had to admire her forthrightness. She hadn’t tried to pretend
ignorance. “And when you did?”
“I didn’t wish to embarrass the lady involved.”
Now that did surprise Oliver. From Melinda Dorsett’s words
he’d assumed the animosity between them was mutual.
Apparently not. Lady Vanessa’s sensitivity to how the situation
might have affected the other woman was admirable. It also
might have affected the other woman was admirable. It also
showed an unexpected depth of understanding concerning the
consequences that could occur were one to be caught in such a
compromising position. For many reasons, Oliver thanked God it
was Lady Vanessa who had discovered them, and not someone
else. It would have been Nick who paid the price and Oliver
could not have tolerated that.
Lady Vanessa began to move in the direction of an attractive
older woman who had been watching them closely. Oliver
refused to let her go. Instead he steered her in the opposite
direction.
“Mr. Gabriel,” she said firmly. “Our dance is at an end. To walk
and talk privately with you now could be construed as a
declaration.”
“Perhaps it is,” he said cheerfuly. He practicaly dragged her
over toward Nick. Not that the rest of the room could tel. Her
composure never faltered, and he was sure onlookers saw
nothing amiss in their pleasant conversation. Nick watched them
approach, his expression wary. Nick was oblivious, as usual, to
the longing glances cast his way by the young ladies idling
nearby. His dark good looks drew them like bees to nectar. His
complete disregard for them also attracted them, perverse
creatures that they were. The more he ignored them, the more
they wanted him. It was amusing, realy.
He gauged Lady Vanessa’s reaction. She had looked
mesmerized by Nick earlier in the dark of the halway. Was it
him or what he had been doing with Miss Dorsett?
As they drew up in front of Nick, Lady Vanessa grew agitated.
Although, again, it was hard to tel unless you were watching her
closely. Her cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink and she
refused to look at Nick. Interesting.
“May I present Mr. Nicholas Wilkes?” Oliver said. “Nick, this is
Lady Vanessa Carlton-Smythe.”
Lady Vanessa reluctantly held out her hand and Nick shook it,
bending over in a slight bow. “How do you do, Lady Vanessa?”
Nick murmured. His face was set but his eyes were stormy.
Nick didn’t understand. He thought her reluctance was just that,
and not the result of an unwanted attraction. Oliver wanted to
laugh in delight. Oh, seducing Lady Vanessa was going to be so
much fun.
“And now we are three,” Oliver said with satisfaction. “Surely no
one can criticize us now if we promenade around the room
together? Hmm?”
Nick cast