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the chance to view a lovely pair of ankles, especially when there was the strong promise of getting to explore further up those skirts?
    But she should have lacy petticoats and silk stockings. And they should be somewhere private. He would buy her those silken, lacy things. Then he would let his hand drift slowly along her stockings until he reached the soft flesh of her thighs. He would let his fingers slide into her warm moist cunt and caress her, teasing her, making her cream until she cried out his name and came.
    Her little shoes clicked on the bricks as she sidestepped the icy spot. Then she turned and glanced up at him, catching him ogling her. She looked a little shocked, as if she might have thought him above that sort of a thing.
    It just went to show—she didn’t know him yet.
    Yet, incredibly, he felt his face heat as he grinned and winked at her. “See now, I knew you’d have lovely ankles.”
    Her mouth dropped open and her skirts fell from her hands. She breathed out a plume of vapour as the chilly breeze ruffled her dark ringlets.
    At the sound of heels on bricks, she turned her head towards two elegantly dressed gentlemen who were coming down the steps. One of them had dark hair and burning black eyes. The bastard scanned her intently, as if he sought to sear the clothes from her. As if Alex wasn’t standing there holding her hand.
    An odd feeling curled through Alex’s guts. He’d never felt it before.
    She tightened her hand on his and he sensed the stiffening of her whole body. Instinctively, he released her hand and slipped his arm about her waist, drawing her close to him. All the while, he maintained steady eye contact with the gentleman. One word resounded with every beat of his heart.
    Mine.
    Amusement entered the other man’s dark eyes and he shrugged and tipped his hat to Emily and gave her a wink. Then he hurried to catch up with his companion.
    The sound of the gentlemen’s heels clicking on the bricks gradually receded, leaving Alex shaken in the wake of his own intense reaction. Still, it wasn’t a bad place to have ended up, standing there with her body tucked tightly against his. And it was only natural to have been offended by their overt interest. After all, she was obviously with him for the evening.

    Emily was disturbed by the strange gentleman’s rude stare. She’d never been the object of such overt, lustful interest before. It must be the hour of the night and being in Alex’s company. It must tell every other gentleman that she was a harlot, available to serve their lusts.
    And she was even more shaken by Alex’s arousal against her. She knew what it was, of course, but she’d never felt it before.
      “I recognised your bold admirer. He’s a senator, my dear—a real wolf.” Alex’s breath tickled her neck.
    “I am beginning to deeply regret coming here.”
      “We can’t have that.” He pulled the cloak’s hood up from where it lay on her shoulders and then forward over her face and everything went black. He laughed. “There. You’re a woman of mystery. No one can see your face.”
    “But now I can’t see!” she exclaimed softly.
    “Allow me to lead you, sweetheart.” He squeezed her shoulders. “Come along.”
    Dizzied, she tripped, falling forward. He caught her quickly. Held for a moment against his strong body, she felt her disorientation ease.
    “Now, be careful,” he said.
    Male voices rumbling low, occasional laughter and the clinking of dishware echoed distantly, combining with the scent of tobacco smoke and spicy rum punch heavy in the air to provoke tantalising images. Occasional voices and the sound of boots on floorboards came closer, then faded away. She feared that each step might land her into some unseen trip or fall; flutters blossomed in her mid-section. It gave her the most unsettling urge to giggle.
    Grandmother had always impressed on her the importance of never making a public spectacle of herself, and this situation certainly