Chapter 7
It had been two days since the art exhibit. Two days since Derrick had kissed her. Two days in which Claudia had given the current situation a
great deal of thought.
So she stood her ground and waited for the inevitable.
Claudia watched from the corner of the ballroom as Derrick crossed the floor toward her. She desperately wanted to turn and run the other direction. But she couldn’t very well do that without making everyone around think something was going on between them.
He looked the very picture of the proper gentleman. Clean and crisp and dashing in his black suit. His smile made her catch her breath, and it took her a minute to remember to inhale again. She was certain that if the other women in the ballroom were watching, they must be positively jade with envy.
His determined swagger toward her said he was a man who knew what he wanted, and it very much looked as if he wanted her. Her heart wrestled to accept the possibility, while her mind struggled to comprehend it. Regardless of if he wanted her and regardless of if she wanted him in return, she had other people to consider.
Her entire relationship with Derrick hinged on impropriety. It had potentially damaged her future with Richard, and her father would never forgive her if Richard refused to marry her.
“You don’t look happy to see me.” His voice smoothed over her skin.
She would not allow him to ruffle her tonight. Surely she could control herself and not fall prey to his flirtatious behavior.
“I have something I wish to discuss with you.”
“You sound serious.”
“I am. I’m concerned. But we cannot discuss it here. You’ll have to meet me outside.” She turned to go, but he followed. She stopped short. “You cannot simply follow me. We mustn’t make this look as if we’re planning a rendezvous.”
“But we are.”
“It’s not a rendezvous. It’s a serious discussion.”
“I see. If I cannot follow you, what then shall I do?”
“Allow me to go first. I’ll wait for you on the balcony. You should walk to the refreshment table first and have a drink and then follow. That way it will not look as if you are going after me.”
“Quite a serious plan you’ve developed.”
“I’ll meet you outside.” She left him standing there and slipped out the balcony doors. The moon was not particularly bright that evening, leaving the long balcony less lit than she would have preferred. She leaned against the railing and inhaled the sweet night air.
She’d never before waited for a man on a balcony, but knew ladies did so often. It was the polite way to steal kisses without their watchful mothers interrupting. These interludes never lasted long, at least from what she’d been told, but nonetheless it seemed quite risky. And she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but quite exciting as well.
“I’m fairly certain I snuck out unseen.”
She turned and found him smiling broadly. He thought this was all a joke. He probably thought she was a joke.
“I don’t find that amusing.”
He frowned. “I apologize. Now what did you want to discuss with me?”
She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “Our relationship. I find the current degree of familiarity and affection we’ve shared to be highly improper. And if we cannot change the direction, then we will no longer be able to spend time with one another. Which I’m certain won’t be a problem considering your courting has all been a ruse.”
“That again. Claudia, we’ve had this conversation. I’m at a loss for other ways to convince you that I’m serious.”
She searched his face for a sign of humor, but found none. She’d never met an accomplished liar, but had heard people talk of them. It was said that Lord Moncriff was a liar of the worst sort, but she didn’t know him. She shook her head to rattle her thoughts, hoping when they settled everything would make sense. It didn’t work.
“Precisely what are you having a difficult time believing?”
“I am not the sort of woman that your sort of man courts.”
“What sort of woman are you?”
“I’m plain.”
That earned her a laugh. “You are anything but plain. Much to the contrary. Look at your dress. You have enough tassels and ribbons to decorate ten other dresses.”
“I wasn’t speaking of my dress.” She frowned. “Do you think it’s too much?” She fingered a ribbon at her sleeve. She’d always picked lavishly decorated patterns because she felt the more between her body and someone’s eyes, the better.
“I don’t believe they’re necessary. You don’t need all the extra adornments. You have a subtle beauty about you, one that sneaks up on you while you’re not looking. And it has nothing to do with your silly dresses.”
“Men have never paid me much mind. So why does it matter how I dress?”
“I don’t care if other men pay attention to you; on the contrary, I rather hope they do not. Less competition for me. If other men haven’t noticed you, they’re not paying attention. I find you most becoming. Surely you must have noticed.”
She looked around to ensure their privacy before whispering, “If you’re speaking about the kisses, then that’s precisely the reason why we must stop this charade. You know as well as I that you don’t intend to marry me. Step aside and allow me to fulfill my duty and marry Richard. You and I can maintain our business relationship until I’m married, and after that, we can be friendly acquaintances. I find you a most agreeable man and do not wish to be on unfriendly terms with you.”
“Men and women are not friends.”
“That’s not true. Poppy has a dear gentleman friend she’s known her entire life.”
“All right then. I am not friends with women. I’m not looking for an acquaintance either; I have plenty of those. I picked you because you fascinate me.” He took a step closer to her.
“There is nothing fascinating about me.”
“On the contrary. I find it absolutely annoying that I cannot simply walk away from you. You are the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met. Layers of contradiction. You live your life trapped in a web of propriety, yet I’m positive you have more passion in you than any other woman in that ballroom.
“You seemingly have no vanity, yet you garnish yourself in ruffles and bows.” He flicked the ruffle at her bodice, sending chills across her chest. “Not to mention you’re an extraordinarily talented illustrator.”
“Now you’re just appealing to my vanity.”
“Is it working?”
She smiled. “A little.”
“You have very kissable lips.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “In fact they’re so kissable, I’m not quite sure how I can resist them for much longer.”
“Indeed?” His eyes were mesmerizing. Like pools of water so deep, she’d never find the bottom.
“I need to know if Richard ever kisses you.”
His words brought back the humiliation of Richard’s rejection. “Why?”
“If he’s kissed you, then I’ll know that he’ll marry you, and I will agree to step aside.”
She tilted her head in confusion.
“No man who’s kissed those lips could walk away from you. I don’t think he has. Tell me, Claudia, I need to know.” His voice was low and gravelly.
She couldn’t say the words, so instead she shook her head.
“Has he ever come close?” He moved so that he stood right before her. “Tried to sneak a kiss and ended up grazing your cheek?” His lips moved close to her mouth, then just as quickly brushed below her right eye.
She could feel the sting of tears against her eyes. Richard had never come close to trying to kiss anything of hers but her hand. And even then his lips barely brushed her skin. Why had
Richard rejected her advances? Would Derrick do the same if she tried to kiss him? She didn’t think so.
There was only one way to find out.
She tilted her head so that she met his lips. Her hands ran up the length of his chest and grabbed the front of his coat, pulling him closer. Unlike Richard’s reaction, Derrick kissed her back, slanting his mouth over hers.
Deepening the kiss, she darted her tongue out and ran it against his. She was being bold, brazen, and she loved it. Fireworks sparked through her blood, igniting shocks of pleasure throughout her body. A tingle started at the apex of her thighs and increased until she thought she would scream.
Derrick’s tongue swirled through her mouth, and she heard herself moan. She tried to situate herself so that something, anything pressed against that ache between her thighs.
He broke off the kiss long enough to pull them farther into the shadows on the balcony. She knew this was wrong, but her body felt so alive that she couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Not yet.
He kissed her again, but this time he let his mouth trail down her neck to right behind her ear, where he placed tiny licks and bites until she thought she would melt into a puddle at his feet.
Across her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast.
Gracious.
She arched against him, giving him more access. His hand cupped her breast through her dress while he continued to lave kisses on her skin. She moaned again.
No one had ever touched her like this. She felt her breasts peak beneath his touch, and she nearly tore at her dress to give him access to her bare skin. Thankfully Derrick was more controlled and was able to appease her without ripping any material. His hand slipped beneath the neckline and brushed against her skin.
He found her lips just in time to muffle the moan that tore though her at his touch. His rough, warm hands moved against her breast, rubbing her hardened nipple. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she bucked against him.
Derrick removed his hand from her dress, but kept her close against him. His ragged breathing tickled her right ear. He gave her one last kiss on her neck, then took a small step back.
“I know what you want. But now isn’t the time, Claudia. We’ll be discovered. It’s too public.” He took her hand and pressed it to the front of his trousers and the evidence of his arousal. “But know this. I want you just as badly.”
* * *
Claudia leaned into the seat cushion and allowed the events of the evening to swirl through her head. She needed to talk to Poppy, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. What was she supposed to do?
Derrick had successfully proved to her that he was indeed serious about pursuing her. And the irony was that Richard had supposedly been courting her for a year now and had never advanced past sending her poems. Poorly written poems at that.
Not only had she once again failed to end their relationship, she’d entangled herself with him in a most scandalous way. She was shameless and weak.
Her body wanted Derrick. Of that much she was certain. But her father would never allow her to marry a man like him. His station in life alone was enough to send her father into a fit. But the fact that Derrick was the man that her father seemed to hate the most, aside from the majority party leader, ensured he would never bless a union between them.
If he ever found out about the courting, his head would likely split in two. She’d found a man who wanted her, and not for her dowry, because everyone knew Derrick had more money than most of his so-called betters. He seemed to want her because of her.
She almost squealed with the thought of it. It was a heady feeling, almost addictive—knowing that a man wanted her. No wonder Poppy was usually in such a good mood.
The carriage pulled to a stop in front of her house. Her nerves and body were so alert, she probably wouldn’t sleep at all. She took off her slippers to climb the stairs so she wouldn’t wake her father. It was a silly precaution, because he always went to bed early.
“Claudia, I’d like to see you now.” Her father appeared behind her. “In my study.”
His voice was tight and controlled. He’d clearly been waiting up for her. That had never happened. Chills shivered up her spine to prickle the hairs at the nape of her neck. He knew something.
Then she realized the obvious. Someone must have seen her on the balcony. It had been very dark, but it wasn’t an impossibility.
“Sit down.”
She complied and searched his face for any clue to what he wanted to discuss. She found nothing.
“I’ve heard a disturbing rumor, and I’m expecting you to dispel it.”
She nodded, not sure what to say.
“Are you familiar with a man by the name of Derrick Middleton?”
Her blood turned to ice. He knew. “Yes, sir. I’ve made his acquaintance recently.”
“And is it true he’s been seeking you out at parties? Trying to ... court you?” He spat the words out as if the thought made him physically ill. “Is this true?”
“We have danced a few times.” She’d been to his office, and to his estate to ride horses with him. All with no chaperone. But if she told her father all that, he’d send her straight to the country to live the remainder of her days.
“But what are his intentions?”
“It’s my understanding, Father, that when a gentleman wants to court a lady, he must first consult with her parents. Has he met with you?”
“Of course not. And if he tried, I would refuse to see him. He is no gentleman, Claudia. Do not be fooled by his money. He is nothing more than a scoundrel who’s made his riches off the lies he prints in that paper of his.”
Well, that answered her question. Not that she expected a different answer. But she’d held a tiny bit of hope that he would consider allowing Derrick to court her.
“I can’t imagine what would prompt him to seek your attentions, but you must put a stop to his advances. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Father.”
“No more dances. I don’t even want you speaking to him. Don’t exchange pleasantries, don’t even look at him. Pretend you do not know him.”
She would make that promise now and hope life handed her a way not to keep it. She loved her father, and he knew what was best for her, but sometimes she wished he was wrong.
“You will marry Richard. Do you understand me, girl? You will do anything and everything it takes to secure that man as your husband. And I mean anything. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now get yourself off to bed. And figure out a way to make that man propose to you.”
Her father had just given her permission to make herself physically available for Richard’s pleasure. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how she could seduce a man, much less one who didn’t even want to kiss her. What would her father say if he knew that?
Her entire life, she’d dreamed of a man like Derrick courting her, and the very night that dream had become a reality, her father callously ripped it from her hands.