unknown straightened his jacket.
- The night air is refreshing. I'm sure a lady so lovely is dancing since she came to the ball.
Rebecca squinted, suspicious that he was teasing, but he seemed sincere.
- Actually, I have not been drawn to dance.
- I would swear that their suitors were lining up to fill your card; Typically, Rebecca replied with a coquettish gesture, but the mention of the card dance ruined her night.
- My dance card does not concern you, sir. And this conversation is inconvenient, since we have not been presented.
- Something tells me you're not the kind of woman who always follows the rules of good manners.
The comment angered her even more.
- What makes you think so?
- His audacity to come here alone. Daring and provocation. The evaluated in his eyes suggestively. Rebecca gasped. He was no longer a gentleman's elegant and beautiful, but a predator. Tried to contain the tremor, but his reaction had nothing to do with the cold.
Despite the innocent expression, his eyes showed otherwise. Shone like flames, causing a profound and disturbing effect on the body it. Rebecca tried to ignore it. He tilted his head slightly.
- If you'll excuse me ...
- No - He laced waist. - Not until you tell me your name.
- I will not say. - She stared at him defiantly.
The increased pressure of his fingers. She looked around. He saw no one. The stranger continued to stare at her with intensity. He smiled.
- Relax. I do not bite.
- I'm not foolish to believe you.
- Very smart. - He looked amused. - If you were really scared, I could have cried.
- I can.
He shook his head.
- If I wanted to scream for help, I would have cried to five minutes. Involuntarily she looked at his hands. The fingers were long and elegant.
- You seem too knowledgeable on this subject for my taste, sir. Women often cry at your company?
- Only in moments of ecstasy.
Rebecca felt her face burning. The vulgarity of the comment left her stunned. She tried to shed, but he bent down and his breathing stroked his face.
- This conversation is totally inappropriate - she protested.
- Maybe. But you liked it. And liked it. Guarantee.
- I like you? It's very funny. I know nothing about him. Not even his name.
- So, allow me to present, beautiful maiden. - While holding the the waist, the stranger made a strange bow. - I am Richard Dorchester, fresh from Wiltshire. My friends call me a gentleman Dorchester and have a feeling you will soon be among them.
Chapter IX
The wedding was held at the mansion, in a simple ceremony, just with the presence of the family of Lord Fairhurst. Claire had the feeling to be reviving a dream to repeat their vows. Remembered family and wondered how he would explain the exchange of husband to parents and sisters. As we all only wanted your happiness, certainly accept the new situation.
Lord Fairhurst was polite but distant and hardly looked at her. The only clue of emotion was when, at the end of the ceremony, the eyes met an expressive way, recognizing both that something irreversible just happened.
In wedding night, and the others that followed, the newlyweds slept in separate rooms. Jasper took seriously his decision to wait know each other better before becoming intimate. Claire agreed, But inwardly he was disappointed. The first week passed quickly. As soon as the news spread, several members of the aristocracy came to visit the couple. Were courtesy visits, but mainly to know the young man who, among many others, Fairhurst Lord chose to be his wife. Finally, after fifteen days of marriage, Claire was officially presented to society at a reception given by the Duke of Warwick, the father Meredith. In hall of the mansion of the Duke, Claire Jasper and receive guests. Slowly, the tension lessened, and finally they went to the salon main to start the ball. The orchestra was ready, waiting the signal from the conductor. The first dance was with Claire Duke. Tried disguise the fear of being driven to the center
- The night air is refreshing. I'm sure a lady so lovely is dancing since she came to the ball.
Rebecca squinted, suspicious that he was teasing, but he seemed sincere.
- Actually, I have not been drawn to dance.
- I would swear that their suitors were lining up to fill your card; Typically, Rebecca replied with a coquettish gesture, but the mention of the card dance ruined her night.
- My dance card does not concern you, sir. And this conversation is inconvenient, since we have not been presented.
- Something tells me you're not the kind of woman who always follows the rules of good manners.
The comment angered her even more.
- What makes you think so?
- His audacity to come here alone. Daring and provocation. The evaluated in his eyes suggestively. Rebecca gasped. He was no longer a gentleman's elegant and beautiful, but a predator. Tried to contain the tremor, but his reaction had nothing to do with the cold.
Despite the innocent expression, his eyes showed otherwise. Shone like flames, causing a profound and disturbing effect on the body it. Rebecca tried to ignore it. He tilted his head slightly.
- If you'll excuse me ...
- No - He laced waist. - Not until you tell me your name.
- I will not say. - She stared at him defiantly.
The increased pressure of his fingers. She looked around. He saw no one. The stranger continued to stare at her with intensity. He smiled.
- Relax. I do not bite.
- I'm not foolish to believe you.
- Very smart. - He looked amused. - If you were really scared, I could have cried.
- I can.
He shook his head.
- If I wanted to scream for help, I would have cried to five minutes. Involuntarily she looked at his hands. The fingers were long and elegant.
- You seem too knowledgeable on this subject for my taste, sir. Women often cry at your company?
- Only in moments of ecstasy.
Rebecca felt her face burning. The vulgarity of the comment left her stunned. She tried to shed, but he bent down and his breathing stroked his face.
- This conversation is totally inappropriate - she protested.
- Maybe. But you liked it. And liked it. Guarantee.
- I like you? It's very funny. I know nothing about him. Not even his name.
- So, allow me to present, beautiful maiden. - While holding the the waist, the stranger made a strange bow. - I am Richard Dorchester, fresh from Wiltshire. My friends call me a gentleman Dorchester and have a feeling you will soon be among them.
Chapter IX
The wedding was held at the mansion, in a simple ceremony, just with the presence of the family of Lord Fairhurst. Claire had the feeling to be reviving a dream to repeat their vows. Remembered family and wondered how he would explain the exchange of husband to parents and sisters. As we all only wanted your happiness, certainly accept the new situation.
Lord Fairhurst was polite but distant and hardly looked at her. The only clue of emotion was when, at the end of the ceremony, the eyes met an expressive way, recognizing both that something irreversible just happened.
In wedding night, and the others that followed, the newlyweds slept in separate rooms. Jasper took seriously his decision to wait know each other better before becoming intimate. Claire agreed, But inwardly he was disappointed. The first week passed quickly. As soon as the news spread, several members of the aristocracy came to visit the couple. Were courtesy visits, but mainly to know the young man who, among many others, Fairhurst Lord chose to be his wife. Finally, after fifteen days of marriage, Claire was officially presented to society at a reception given by the Duke of Warwick, the father Meredith. In hall of the mansion of the Duke, Claire Jasper and receive guests. Slowly, the tension lessened, and finally they went to the salon main to start the ball. The orchestra was ready, waiting the signal from the conductor. The first dance was with Claire Duke. Tried disguise the fear of being driven to the center
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