him a knowing smile and held up his pencil in front of his eyes. “I would hate for you to miss the next promenade because you couldn’t sign a dance card.”
He nodded and gave her a grudging smile. “I think I can find another.”
“In that case, perhaps now, if you will excuse me, I believe I promised a gentleman the next dance.”
His gaze swept over her face once again before he placed his open gloved hand to his lips. He kissed his palm then slowly blew toward her.
An unexpected thrill of desire rushed through her. She couldn’t have been more surprised if his lips had actually brushed hers.
Millicent gasped.
Keeping an indulgent gaze on her face, he slowly, reluctantly removed his arm, freeing her.
Millicent hesitated for a moment longer than she should have, then she darted past him.
She didn’t look back. Oh, but how she wanted to.
Three
“To be, or not to be, that is the question” on everyone’s mind as Miss Elizabeth Donaldson declines another marriage proposal, and Lord Dunraven loses patience with the uninspired efforts of the Bow Street Runners. The earl declares he will find the Mad Ton Thief himself and recover the missing Dunraven raven.
—Lord Truefitt, Society’s Daily Column
Chandler Prestwick, the earl of Dunraven, sat at a table in White’s furious over what he’d just read. He wadded the evening paper with a jerk and a curse.
“Damned gossips,” he muttered aloud. Must they put his name in every column!
Tossing the newspaper aside, he picked up his drink and looked at the amber-colored brandy that covered the bottom of his glass, and as easily as night slipped into day, he thought of the woman he’d met last night.
The liquor was the color of her eyes. They were the first thing he’d noticed about her when she faced him. Stunning, intriguing, golden brown eyes that were full of dancing lights. He had startled her, but only for a moment. She’d recovered quickly and looked him over carefully, fully, before letting her gaze settle on his face.
Who was she? He was sure he had never seen her before and just as sure he wanted to see her again. She was lovely with trim, slightly arched brows the same flaxen color of her thick, neatly arranged hair. The style was too tight and severe for her, but it didn’t take away from her classical beauty. Her lips were full, exquisitely and temptingly shaped, and the color of a dusky pink flower.
He remembered thinking she was trying to play down her loveliness, and he couldn’t help but wonder why. Most young ladies in High Society went to great lengths to enhance their beauty.
The gentle allure in her face wasn’t the only thing that drew him, or the inviting curves of her womanly body. He was charmed by how quickly she’d regained her confidence and her sharp wit. Hellfire, he was drawn to everything about her. He even approved of the way she’d handled herself in a most inappropriate situation. Proper but not stiff, excited but not emotional.
And she was daring, too. Yes, uncommonly bold to remain in his presence and talk to him so long when it was obvious she was a young lady of quality. Most of the gentlewomen of the ton would never have spoken to him without benefit of proper introduction for fear of their reputations being ruined beyond repair. She had no such compunction. That was a very good indication she had no idea who he was.
Some young ladies tried to gain his attention by fluttering their lashes or fans, dropping their handkerchiefs or talking in a voice so soft and low he could hardly hear them. But this enchanting lady was so confident in herself that she was willing not only to talk to him but to challenge him with her wit. He felt certain she wasn’t in any way trying to gain his attention, but that is exactly what she had done.
Chandler knew she liked his looks by her bold appraisal of him before she’d been confident enough to tell him she thought he was handsome. She had sent heat flashing through him like no other woman had. He could tell by her approving expression when her gaze skimmed his face that she appreciated his features. Chandler smiled to himself, remembering how it had pleased him and astonished him at the same time. Who was she? And was she the kind of lady he had been looking for to share his life?