Regency Reputation: A Reputation for Notoriety / A Marriage of Notoriety. Diane Gaston

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      ‘I did not mean to overhear,’ she said. ‘I only came upstairs to thank you again. And to let you know that I managed being in Westleigh’s company without too much distress.’

      ‘I was watching.’ He sat in the nearby chair. ‘I also noticed that you won.’

      ‘I did.’ She shook her head. ‘He is a terrible player.’

      Their conversation was stilted and devoid of the intimacy they had so recently shared in this room. That she’d overheard Xavier did not help.

      ‘Terrible?’ That knowledge pleased him. Rhys was a master of cards. He took a sip of brandy. ‘A competent card player would have no need to cheat against him, then.’

      Her face shone with pleasure. ‘You have guessed my thoughts.’

      She looked even more lovely.

      He took another sip. ‘How much did you win?’

      ‘From Westleigh and his partner? About twenty-five pounds.’

      His brows rose. ‘So much?’

      She waved a hand. ‘They were reckless in their betting, as well. I decided to play him as much as I can. Take as much of his money as I can.’ Her voice cracked. ‘For my father.’

      He understood her need for revenge, but it puzzled him. How did Westleigh have that much to lose? He was supposed to be on a tight leash regarding his spending.

      She lowered her gaze. ‘I must confess that I won much more than the twenty-five pounds from Westleigh. I won even more from hazard.’

      He’d noticed. ‘You had a winning streak. How much did you win finally?’

      She looked apologetic. ‘Fifty pounds.’ She quickly added. ‘I know it was not well done of me. It is a great deal of money out of your pocket.’ She opened her reticule. ‘I wanted to see you so I could pay it back. I only regret I cannot repay all that the patrons betting with me must have won.’

      He pushed the reticule away. ‘I’ll not take your winnings. And do not concern yourself about the gentlemen betting with you. Those who stayed at the hazard table will have lost it all again. Or will another night.’ He gazed at her. ‘Not everyone is so wise as to stop when ahead.’

      ‘I was not wise….’ She made a nervous gesture with her hand. ‘To own the truth, I was terrified. The excitement made me lose all sense.’

      ‘Not all sense, or you would have played until your reticule was empty.’ He finished his brandy. ‘That excitement is all part of the game. I have been a gambler too long not to have felt that same exhilaration.’

      ‘It makes a person foolish,’ she rasped. ‘I cannot afford to be foolish. It will hurt me, but tonight my foolishness hurt you.’

      ‘Gambling is always a risk, but remember that this was a risk I agreed to take. This night you won and I lost. Tomorrow it may be different. We will keep an eye on it.’ He reached over again and touched her cheek. ‘Do not fear. I will not let you be harmed by it.’

      Her eyes grew wider and her fair skin glowed like an angel’s.

      Xavier was right when accusing him of wanting to make her a conquest. He wanted her as intensely as a man could desire a woman. But Rhys also genuinely liked her. He felt a kinship with her.

      It was rare for him to feel kinship with anyone. He’d long ago accepted that he was alone in the world. He even expected to lose Xavier’s friendship eventually, when the man finally found a woman he wished to marry. Xavier’s allegiance would shift, as it should, to a wife and family of his own making.

      Or perhaps his friendship with Xavier was ending over Celia.

      Rhys dared not hope for anything more than temporary with Celia. No doubt her secrets would eventually separate them.

      As his secrets might from her.

      But for the moment he relished her company. When had a woman ever made him feel such sympathy as he felt towards her? He wished he could make Westleigh pay for killing her father, for bringing her such pain.

      He wanted to enfold her in his arms and take all her pain away.

      He looked into her eyes. ‘I like you, Celia Allen.’

      Her eyes darted around the room. He’d frightened her.

      She smiled nervously at him. ‘You have been … like a friend. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for paying me to gamble. For enduring my fit of tears over Westleigh.’

      He held up a hand.

      She twisted the laces of her reticule. ‘I should go. My coachman will be here soon.’

      He stood and offered her his hand. She hesitated a moment before placing her hand in his. He pulled her to her feet, but did not stop there. He pulled her into an embrace.

      He could not tell if she was alarmed or pleased.

      ‘I suspect we are two of a kind, Celia,’ he said. ‘I am glad you are in my employ. I am glad I will see you night after night.’

      Her eyes grew huge and her voice trembled. ‘You are holding me. Are—are you going to kiss me?’

      ‘Is it what you wish?’ He could feel the rise and fall of her breast against his chest.

      It fired his senses, but he waited. She must want this, too.

      She rose, no more than an inch, but it was all the invitation he needed.

      He lowered his mouth to hers.

      Her lips were warm, soft and tasting of brandy and he wanted more, much more. She melted into him and her lips pressed upon his, as if she, too, could not get enough. He lost himself in the pleasure of her, his hands eager to explore her, undress her, pleasure her—

      She broke away. ‘This is not wise, Rhys,’ she cried.

      His body was still humming with need, but he forced himself to give her the space she needed.

      ‘You are sounding like Xavier.’ He smiled. ‘It probably was not wise to hire you in the afternoon and kiss you in the night, but I do not feel like being wise with you, Celia. I want more from you.’

      Her eyes grew big. ‘More from me?’

      Did she not understand?

      He would be clear. ‘I want you in my bed.’

      She stepped away. ‘I—I do not know.’

      He honoured her distance. ‘It is your choice, Celia. No matter what you decide, our employment agreement still stands.’

      Her expression turned puzzled. ‘My choice,’ she said to herself.

      The clock on his mantel chimed four bells, causing them both to jump.

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