The Ugly Duckling Debutante_FINAL-3 by Rachel van Dyken Page B

attention back to Sai. “I see for once the rumors have been understated; you are far lovelier than even the most exaggerated stories have suggested.”
    She blushed brightly and flashed him a devastating smile. Why didn’t she smile at Nicholas like that? Is that what she wanted? Compliments? Well, she would be waiting a long time. Although he sometimes wondered if Sai’s attitude had to do more with being shy than with being conceited, he wasn’t going to take the chance she had an inflated view of herself and add to it. Especially since she had men like Rawlings ready to cut open their chests and offer their hearts to her.
    “I’m so glad to have met you,” Sai crooned, hooking her arm with Rawlings. “Do tell me how you know Lord Renwick.”
    This is going to be painful , Nicholas thought, falling into step beside the two.
    The next ten minutes managed to become the bane of Nicholas’s existence. He suffered through Sai’s rich laughter each time Rawlings shared a story of how Nicholas pulled pranks on the ladies of the ton as a boy. Rawlings even shared the unfortunate event which took place when Nicholas mistook one of the women as his mother and grabbed her from behind, only to be surprised by the notorious flirt who prophesied he would become a lady killer in his later years. That is exactly what happened; although, now he felt he should be killing men, especially men bearing the name Rawlings.
    “I must take my leave,” Rawlings said at last. He bent low to kiss Sai’s gloved hand, then leaned in to whisper in Nicholas’s ear, “This is one chit I wouldn’t mind relieving you of, old man. I’ll be waiting for you to mess this up.” He slapped him on the back and waved off leaving a stunned Nicholas behind.
    “What did he say to you? You look positively radiant,” Sai inquired, hooking her arm in his. Its effect was felt immediately; he relaxed and was able to act somewhat like himself again.
    “Nothing of consequence. Just an old joke between friends.” He looked at her penetrating glance and sighed, “You seemed to take to Rawlings. Would you rather be with him than me?” He didn’t mean for the question to sound accusing, but it came out that way nonetheless.
    “Are you so unsure of yourself that a man like Sir Rawlings would be competition?” she snapped.
    He laughed to hide his doubt. “Of course not. You do know my reputation, do you not?” He wasn’t playing fair.
    She stopped and faced him. “What I know, is only what I’ve been told, and I can only assume from what I’ve been told, that your reputation is a direct result of your insecurity and inability to commit to one woman for your entire life. So yes, I do prefer Sir Rawlings to you, if only for the reason he knows exactly what he wants and goes after it!”
    “And I don’t?” he barked.
    “No.”
    Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and pulled her against his chest crushing his lips across hers simultaneously. She pushed at his chest, but it did nothing to dissolve the burning passion between them. He’d always heard that love and hate drew a dangerously fine line between them. He had no idea that lust and fury did the same thing. He was drowning in her essence, and he didn’t know whether to love her or hate her for it. Her lips worked perfectly with his, making it almost seem like they were made for one another, yet he knew that was just him falling for the lie of lust. Sai’s breathing quickened when he attempted to lift her more firmly against himself. Lucky for him, he leaned against a nearby tree and tried to more fully get her within his grasp. Opening his eyes, he was suddenly desperate to glance at her swollen lips.
    He pulled back in time to catch a glimpse of her raised hand fly forward in a slap. He ducked and winced, narrowly missing the swing, the force of which sent Sai falling to her knees. He pulled her up quickly into an embrace just as a curious couple walked by. “She’s tired,