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Lord of Chance (Rogues to Riches Book 1) by Erica Ridley (5)

Chapter 5

As Charlotte stepped out of her rented guest chamber and into the corridor, the posting house no longer resembled the sanctuary she’d believed it to be the day before. When she’d thought herself on the cusp of a wonderful new life.

Her world was now perfectly upended. The dreams she’d held on to for so long, the plans she’d painstakingly made for her future… Her temples throbbed. She couldn’t think about her future until she had determined what she was going to do now.

Finding a northbound coach was no longer urgent, since this was clearly not a moment in which she could make a good impression on her father. Hiring a maid or a hall boy to mind the door as she slept also no longer made sense. For one, it sounded as though she was going to need every penny in her purse.

For two… now she had Mr. Fairfax.

She cast a sidelong gaze at him as they descended to the ground floor of the inn. A penniless, prison-bound husband. How had her life come to this?

Her stomach was in no mood for oily kippers, but a bit of cheese and a piece of fruit would not be a bad idea. In the worst of cases, she could save them for later.

When she and Mr. Fairfax entered the dining area, Mr. Garman the innkeeper was behind the bar, folding napkins.

He beamed warmly at Charlotte as they approached. “How did you sleep, ma’am?”

“Better than I will tonight,” she said with a pained smile. She might never sleep again.

“Oh?” Mr. Garman’s eyebrows lifted. “Are you off so soon, then? I can summon you a hack, if the lady requires.”

Charlotte glanced at Mr. Fairfax. What were their plans for the night? She couldn’t bring a husband who was on the run from creditors to meet her father. Nor would she be returning to England. Not when she was this close to a better life. The previous week had been magical in its utter mundaneness. She had blended in.

Now that she’d seen what life could be like, she couldn’t bear to leave Scotland, where the tentacles of her London reputation could barely reach.

“We’ll stay another night.” She touched the lumpy jewelry pouches tucked against her ribs. They were the key to finding her father, which she intended to do at the right moment. Once she knew what to do about Mr. Fairfax. She smiled at the innkeeper. “May I bring the money to you in a little while?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am. No problem at all. You and your husband can stay as long as you like.” He motioned toward the sideboard. “Do you fancy some eggs? They’re warm from the kitchen.”

She shook her head. “I think I need some fresh air to clear my head. If you have an apple, or a bit of cheese…”

“Absolutely. I’ll have Mrs. Garman prepare that for you. Just one moment.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

As Charlotte stood next to Mr. Fairfax while they waited for the innkeeper’s return, she was suddenly uncomfortably aware of her new husband’s presence.

By looking at him, one would never guess he was anything but a carefree society gentleman. And likely an accomplished rake. He was so attractive. So self-assured.

A man like that wouldn’t have to look far to find his next mistress. Thick chestnut hair tumbled above piercing green eyes. His lithe body was trim, his muscles well defined. Everything about him—from his perfectly tailored waistcoat to his confident swagger—was eye-catching and seductive.

And now he was married to her. She shivered.

What if they could make it work? If they somehow extricated him from his gambling debts, marriage to a gentleman like Mr. Fairfax would be a leap so far up from her previous station that the mere idea would have seemed laughable just days before.

Now it was all too serious.

Although they hadn’t known it at the time, the previous evening had been their wedding night. What if it had been real? Charlotte licked her lips. She had no doubt that exercising her marital duty with this man would be nothing less than phenomenal.

She shoved the tempting thought away. Lust belonged to her base nature, not to her brain. She was better than that. If they consummated their marriage, annulment would no longer be possible. She could not let that happen. Neither of them was in a position where removing options was a wise choice.

No matter how hard he was to resist.

“Ma’am?” The innkeeper emerged from the kitchen with a parcel wrapped in a scrap of linen. “Here you are. Anything else you need, just ask.”

Charlotte almost laughed. Or cried. Sometimes she didn’t know what she felt like doing most. If only there was anything that could be done.

“Shall I escort you on your walk?” her new husband asked quietly. “Or would you prefer to take the air alone?”

She handed him the parcel and took his elbow. “Accompany me, please. We may as well get to know each other.”

They stepped out of the inn and into the sunlight. Rolling green hills dipped and soared beneath a clear blue sky. A cool breeze rustled the leaves in the trees and ruffled the edge of her bonnet. Mr. Fairfax kept her hand nestled casually in the crook of his arm as if simple morning strolls like these were typical of their everyday routine.

It was the first time Charlotte had walked arm in arm with a gentleman in her life.

As they meandered along the inn’s wooden fence, she was surprised to realize how comfortable she felt in his presence.

After years of desperately trying to protect herself from lecherous men, Mr. Fairfax was different than the obscene roués who often propositioned her. He was so open. So honest. He inquired about her thoughts. Seemed to care about her answers. Gave her as much choice as he could in how to live her life.

He treated her as if she were a person in her own right. As if her opinions mattered just as much, if not more, than his. Such chivalrous treatment was heady. Baffling. And irresistible.

She’d never been invited to a dinner party, to a dance, to a carriage ride in Hyde Park. Not because she was poor or unkempt or uneducated, but because she was the daughter of a prostitute. She’d withstood the disparaging vitriol all her life.

Charlotte bit into her apple with a sigh. She could never let him know exactly what kind of woman he’d wed. His loved ones would be appalled. As would he. One did not publicly associate with guttersnipe.

Not men like him.

If Mr. Fairfax knew the truth about her birth, the truth about her utter lack of respectability, the cheery personality she found so magnetic would disappear in a trice. She’d seen it before. He would pull back in disgust, his nose wrinkling as if her mere presence carried the stench of the gutter. It would be he who sought divorce. Her body tensed.

Above all, she could not return to London. Not with him. The closer they drew to the city, the more likely she would be recognized and her lies of omission laid bare.

A pang of regret filled her. He was handsome and amiable and the more time she spent with him, the more she yearned to know him. Out of the bedchamber… and in it. She couldn’t have the latter—not if she was going to file for annulment—but she could not repudiate their attraction. Or deny how delightful she found his company.

She might only have a fortnight with this man. To experience a different life. She wanted to live each day of it as his equal. To know, if only for a short time, what it might have been like if she had been born someone else. Someone better. The sort of lady who could attract town gentlemen like him. A woman who deserved marriage proposals and strolls arm in arm with a smitten suitor. This was her one chance to live as if she were the sort of woman a man could be proud to call his wife.

If only for two weeks.

The reality of their ticking clock soured her stomach. She could not eat the rest of her apple. As she tossed the core beyond the shrubbery, three stone of little boy crashed into her from behind.

Mr. Fairfax swooped the ruddy-cheeked lad up and into the air as a half dozen other little boys ran up, laughing.

He set the boy down and ruffled his hair. “Apologize to the lady.”

“I didn’t mean to bump her.” The lad’s chapped lip began to tremble. “They was chasing me and I didn’t want to give my cheese up, so I was running and looking over my shoulder…”

Quickly, Charlotte knelt to his level. “You like cheese?”

He nodded, eyes huge.

She glanced at the other boys. “Do you all like cheese?”

Six more wind-chapped faces nodded vigorously.

“That is a happy coincidence, because I like cheese, too. In fact, I have some with me right now.” She held out her hand to Mr. Fairfax, who immediately placed the innkeeper’s parcel in her palm.

The boys stared back at her, wide-eyed.

“Now, the first thing to make clear is that chasing someone who doesn’t wish to be chased is unacceptable behavior.” She gave them each a stern glance. “Understood?”

They nodded in fascination.

“The second thing we have to make clear is about sharing.” She lifted the parcel to her nose and pantomimed inhaling a wondrous aroma. “Sharing is wonderful. You should do so as often as possible. Sharing is also optional. This means that you cannot force anyone else to share. Is that clear?”

More nods. And several longing glances at her parcel.

“Very well, then.” She unwrapped the cloth. A generous chunk of cheese rested inside.

The boys gasped and fell to their knees in a half circle about her. The smallest one reached forward, but the one who had been chased knocked the lad’s hand aside.

No,” he scolded. “You cannot force a lady to share. Remember?”

The younger boy’s eyes filled with tears, but he nodded.

“Very good,” Charlotte agreed. “As it happens, I am indeed in the mood to share. Mr. Fairfax, would you help me divide this cheese into… nine pieces?”

Her husband dropped down onto the lawn without the slightest hesitation, as if fashionable gentlemen in cream-colored breeches spent every morning frolicking in dewy grass. He shook out the scrap of linen as if it were a picnic blanket, and divided the hunk of cheese into even sections.

Charlotte lifted her palms. “I wish we had more cheese to share, but this is all we brought. I daresay we have enough for everyone to have a taste.”

The boy who had been chased hesitated, then pushed a tiny chunk of cheese no bigger than one of the nine portions toward Charlotte. “I want to share mine, too. But just with you.”

“I accept your kind gift,” she said solemnly. “Thank you. And the rest of you? Do you accept my gift?”

Seven grubby hands shot forward to snatch their bit of cheese from the cloth. With a wink in her direction, Mr. Fairfax did the same.

She turned to the boy who had been chased. “Do you have a mama at home?”

He nodded. “She makes the cheese.”

Charlotte lifted her untouched portion from the cloth and placed it into the boy’s hand. “You can eat this yourself, or you can share it with her. It is your choice.”

He scrambled to his feet and started to run.

“Beat you to the river,” he called over his shoulder to the other lads.

The boys launched themselves up to give chase. In no time, they disappeared down the hill.

Mr. Fairfax slanted her an impressed look. “You handled that lot astonishingly well.”

“Did I?” Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not certain if I managed them or if they managed me. Which one of us gave up our cheese?”

“I am convinced you always had the upper hand. You would have made a splendid governess.” He chuckled, then sent her a curious glance. “Have you… ever been a governess?”

A laugh bubbled in her throat at the absurdity of the idea. She’d never had the opportunity. Or even a letter of recommendation. As far as society was concerned, she had nothing to recommend her.

“No,” she answered instead. “I have never had employment of any kind.”

“Nor I.” He leaned against the fence and gave a mock shudder. “It sounds appalling.”

She tried to keep her lips from curving. “I am not surprised to hear you say so. I suppose you consider yourself a pink of the ton?”

“Only when I can afford a tailor.” A shadow crossed his handsome face. “Have you forgotten how handy I am with needle and thread?”

She blinked. “I thought you were teasing. Or at least exaggerating.”

“Did my work with your dresses look as if I was teasing?” His words were light, but the darkness hadn’t left his eyes.

Charlotte recalled her surprise at his impeccable skill with an iron. Even she could not have done a better job.

“No,” she admitted. “You’re right. I didn’t think it through.”

He lifted a shoulder. “How about you? Is your family humble or well-to-do?”

Both, she supposed. Any man who could give away rubies must be wealthy beyond imagine. Her mother, however…

Life as the daughter of a courtesan hadn’t been easy, but they’d never lacked for any material necessities. One of her mother’s many protectors had paid for the townhouse. Another paid for a few servants. Yet another gave them a small line of credit at a modiste who was willing to sew even for a light-skirt of dwindling popularity.

Charlotte had tried not to feel reduced by the judgment of others, but everything from their bonnets to their daily bread had always depended on her mother entertaining another client.

But she’d had that daily bread. She’d never once doubted its presence on the morrow. Her life had been miserable due to their position in society, not because they lacked coin.

Somehow she didn’t feel right saying such things aloud. Not to a man who’d had to learn to mend hems and iron dresses.

“I came to Scotland to find my father,” she admitted instead.

He brightened. “And have you?”

“Not yet. I must be close, however. My father is a laird, so he must be well known.” And well respected. She prayed she would not disappoint.

“That’s wonderful.” His green eyes lit up. “I adore my family and cannot imagine a world without them in it. You absolutely must meet him. What is his name? How can I help?”

Charlotte shook her head rather than respond. He had to sort his own troubles before she’d be ready to present him to her father. She would want them both to make a good impression.

The fledgling hope building in her breast was more than ill-advised. The last thing she needed was Mr. Fairfax becoming involved. Not when she had no idea what their future held.

But what if they were able to resolve his debts and then discovered they suited quite well? Wouldn’t it be lovely to have her father and a kind, handsome husband?

She pushed the tantalizing idea away. He couldn’t meet her father now. Not with gaol hanging over his head. For now, they must stick to being friends.

“Help me to my feet, Mr. Fairfax,” she said instead.

“Oh, dear,” he gasped in mock horror. “Are we to be a stuffy married couple?”

She looked down her nose at him primly. “A lady would never use her husband’s given name without permission.”

“Then, by God, you must call me Anthony immediately. And I shall call you…”

She gazed back at him placidly.

“…Mary?” he guessed.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

“Sarah? Jane? Griselda Louise?”

She burst out laughing. “Do I look like a Griselda Louise?”

“I have an aunt named Griselda Louise and she’s even prettier than you are,” he said with an exaggerated harrumph. He held out a palm. “You are quite a judgmental bit of baggage, for someone named… Gertrude Hortense?”

“Charlotte,” she admitted as she placed her hands in his. “You may call me Charlotte.”

Perhaps his arms were too strong or her knees too weak, but when he pulled her to her feet, she found herself fully in his embrace, her parted mouth mere inches from his.

“Charlotte,” he said softly, as if trying the syllables out on his tongue. He wrinkled his nose. “A rather hideous name, but I suppose one cannot help what one is born to.”

She smacked his shoulder, but did not remove herself from his embrace. She wasn’t certain she even could. Her breasts were molded to his waistcoat, her fingers clinging to hard muscle. If she lifted her chin any higher, her lips would brush against his.

Desire surged within her. The more she tried to deny it, the stronger it became. He was so close. She didn’t want him to kiss her because she knew she’d like it. Likely press against him and beg for more, with every beat of her low-born heart. Lust was in her blood. Even though he was within her reach, she knew she should not give in to those desires.

Yet she couldn’t make herself pull away.

“We should go back inside,” she whispered. “It’s… dangerous out here.”

“Very.” He cupped a hand behind her head and crushed his mouth to hers.

Sensation flooded her. His lips were soft, warm, firm. With his mouth on hers, he seemed bigger than before. Less safe. More tempting. His warm body was tight with coiled strength. As if he were holding himself back, preventing his carnal side from pouncing. Her blood pulsed with excitement. What must it be like to be on the receiving end of his unchecked passion?

She was breathless in his arms. His kiss was sweetness and power. He well knew he could claim her. He was choosing to woo her.

Shame shimmered beneath her desire. The fact that he could claim her if he wished to was due to the carnal nature she’d spent her life trying to deny. She did not want him to suspect how much he tempted her. And yet she could think of nothing more than losing herself in this kiss.

If the Scottish wind was cool, she couldn’t feel it. Every inch of her skin danced with the electricity of his touch. Her flesh was hot, yearning for something she couldn’t quite name. Something she was certain only he could give.

He released her forcibly from his embrace, as if to hold her for a single moment more would be to surrender himself completely.

She struggled to regain her equilibrium. Her pulse still sang, her body longing for his touch. His self-control had saved them both. She was just as wanton as she’d always feared. The moment his lips had touched hers, she’d forgotten about stopping. About doing the right thing.

All she wanted was more.

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