“I have not given you leave to use my Christian name, my lord, nor am I ready to use yours.” Diana’s voice was firm, but mentally she considered the name “Gervase.” It had a soft romantic sound that didn’t fit the hard-edged man who rode beside her. Or did he have a tender side that he showed only to intimates? As they rode into the stableyard behind her house, she decided there was only one way to find out if that were true. But not yet.
It was still early enough that the little yard was empty, the groom inside eating breakfast. Dismounting from his own horse, St. Aubyn went to Phaedra’s side and reached up to help Diana down. His hands were firm on her waist as she slid off her mount, and he didn’t let go even when her boots were solid on the ground. Tartly, Diana said, “I can stand without aid, my lord.”
“I have no doubt of that,” he said softly, his voice deep and husky. “But don’t you know why men take ladies riding? It creates . . . opportunities.”
She was mesmerized by the cool fire of his eyes as he loomed above her. His body was mere inches away, and she felt his warmth radiate through the chill morning air. He bent over to kiss her upturned face, and she permitted it, ready for another lesson in the trade she had chosen.
At first his kiss was as undemanding as the one he had given her the night before, and even so the effect was unnerving. She learned that a hard man could have soft lips. Diana closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure of what was happening and slowly working her mouth against his, tasting its contours.
Her simple response had an explosive effect on St. Aubyn, and his arms slid around her, pulling Diana close as his kiss intensified. The multiple sensations were dizzying, and Diana clung to him, captivated by his explorations. She learned now how it felt to press against his muscular body, and the experience was as exciting as it was alarming. Her breasts crushed against his chest with a sweet ache that demanded freedom from the heavy riding habit.
His hand slid down her back, kneading her buttock and pulling her tight against him, and this new intimacy made Diana feel suddenly trapped, helpless in the face of his overpowering hunger. She tried to break free, but his arms held her too tightly. Pure panic set in, and Diana pushed violently at St. Aubyn, shoving at his chest with all her strength.
Releasing her immediately, he dropped his arms and stepped back, then turned away, placing both hands on the saddle of his own horse. His head was bowed and she could hear the unevenness of his breathing as she herself struggled for air, her lungs as strained as if she had been running across the moors.
Finally he turned back to her, his dark face bleak and controlled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He inhaled a deep, shuddering breath. “You have a . . . disconcerting effect on me.”
She accepted his apology with a quick nod. It had been an excellent lesson in the power of male desire. Remarkable how a simple response on her part had triggered such a reaction from him. However, she had had quite enough lessons for one day. Nervously fingering her riding whip, Diana said quietly, “Please believe that I am not trying to play the coquette. I had not expected events to move so quickly.”
His composure regained, St. Aubyn made a quick, impatient gesture with his hand. “Why can’t we reach an agreement right now? You know that I want you, and you are not wholly indifferent to me. Name your price. If you want an allowance, tell me how much. Or if you prefer, I will make a lump-sum settlement. But let us waste no more time on preliminaries.”
As she stared at him in all his male strength and arrogance, Diana was suddenly furious. “What you see as a wasteful preliminary is essential to me,” she snapped. “If that is unacceptable, find another woman. As you yourself said, at least ten percent of the women in London are for sale.” Lifting the skirts of her riding habit, she marched away from him. Without looking back, she said, “And take your gift horse with you.”
She was almost to her back door when the deep voice called after her, “Wait.”
Turning, she watched him tether the two horses before walking over to her. His face was twisted into a scowl, but she felt that his irritation was more with himself than her. He stopped an arm’s length away and said haltingly, “I’m sorry. I told you that I know nothing of women.”
The clear gray eyes were apologetic as they searched hers. “Until now, there has been no real reason to learn.”
Diana softened. It could not be easy for him to apologize twice in as many minutes. Though she had looked forward to holding power over a man, the reality made her uncomfortable.
Encouraged by her expression, the viscount continued. “When and if we become lovers, I promise that some of my rough impatience will disappear.” With the ghost of a smile he added, “Even if ten percent of the women in London are available, I don’t want them. I want you. And your beauty is no longer the only reason.”
If St. Aubyn meant to be disarming, he succeeded brilliantly. Diana released the breath she hadn’t known she was holding and smiled in return. “I think we shall reach an agreement in time, my lord. Only, please do not rush me too quickly. I am not a woman of the streets who might earn a hundred guineas in a day at one guinea per man.”
A touch of distaste showed on his face: a fastidious man preferred not to think of such things. Raising her eyebrows, Diana said, “Do not show contempt for my less fortunate sisters, my lord. Remember that when the Empress Messalina challenged the greatest whore in Rome to see which of them could service the most men in a night, it was the empress who won.”
He actually chuckled, the lightest expression she had yet seen from him. “I’ve never bedded a woman educated in the classics. Have you learned anything new from Ovid and Sappho?”
Diana realized that she was getting into very dangerous territory. Primly she said, “In some areas, there is very little new to be learned.”
“Are you sure, Mrs. Lindsay?” There was definitely a mischievous glint in his eyes now. “I have lived in India. They are quite imaginative. Perhaps I might even be able to teach you a thing or two, despite your professional expertise.”
If only he knew just how little expertise she had! Diana was finding this repartee more than a little alarming, so she said hastily, “I do not doubt that I can learn much from you, my lord.” Extending her hand, she said, “If you will excuse me now . . .”
He took her hand and held it, his amusement gone and his dark face serious again. “When might I see you again? Tomorrow?”
She hesitated, trying to remember if she should seem willing or unavailable. Oh, the devil with it. “Tomorrow will do very well. Were you thinking of another morning ride?”
“I was thinking of something a little longer, perhaps a ride out to Richmond. We could make a day’s expedition of it.”
“I must be back before four, my lord.” Geoffrey would be home from school and Diana always spent the late afternoon with him.
“Very well, Mrs. Lindsay. I shall call at ten o’clock.” Still holding her hand firmly, he cocked a dark brow at her. “Do you have room for the gift horse in your mews?”
The blasted man was trying to pressure her. With less than total graciousness Diana said, “Since I shall be riding her tomorrow, she might as well stay here tonight. But she is a loan horse, not a gift horse.”
St. Aubyn had the sense not to look triumphant as he bowed over her hand. “Until tomorrow, then.”
