Gift of Gold by Jayne Ann Krentz Read Free Book Online

came to killing, serious men usually opted for a dagger or a rapier.”
    “Ah huh. I can see it now,” Verity said with relish. “Duels in the street over a woman’s honor. Men fighting to the death to defend their lady’s good name.” Jonas’s hand stilled on her foot. Verity lifted her lashes halfway and found him studying her with an expression that was far too intent. His amusement had faded. In its place was something far more dangerous.
    “Would you enjoy seeing two men draw blood over the issue of which one got to take you to bed?” Jonas asked in an unreadable voice.
    Verity was horrified. “Don’t be ridiculous. I was just joking. I’m not likely to have to worry about that sort of thing in this day and age. And I probably wouldn’t have had to worry about it back then, either. I’m not the type men duel over. It’s fun to think about being a glamorous courtesan, but the truth is, I’d probably have wound up in a convent. The women who ran the convents were good businesswomen, weren’t they?”
    Jonas nodded absently. “Sure. Running a convent was like running any large business. There was a lot of financial and accounting work. Rents had to be collected from the convent properties. Staffs had to be appointed and supervised. The nuns usually helped support themselves with some form of manual labor such as making silk thread. That required supervision and financial contracts with the outside world. And then there were the jobs of educating the young novices and cooking and cleaning. On top of everything else, the convent had a definite social and political role in the community and whoever ran the convent had to be good at public relations.”
    Verity wrinkled her nose. “Sounds like my kind of work. So much for the fast-lane lifestyle of the professional courtesan. I would have been stuck in a veil.”
    The gold in Jonas’s eyes seemed very dark and burnished with mystery. His hand slid up her calf to her thigh. He hadn’t appeared to move, but Verity realized he was a lot closer than he had been a few minutes ago, and the touch of his hand had somehow become intimate rather than soothing. He shifted position beneath the bubbling water, removing his leg from her lap. She went still, uncertain about what was going to happen next and even more uncertain about how to handle it when it did.
    She should definitely not allow him to kiss her, Verity told herself. Bad policy between employer and employee. Very bad.
    “Don’t be so quick to decide what kind of woman you would have been if you’d lived during the Renaissance. And don’t be so certain you know what kind of woman you are today,” Jonas muttered as he looked down into her upturned face.
    “I think I know myself very well,” she said bravely.
    “Do you? I think you’ve got secrets even you don’t know about, little tyrant. What do you say we explore them together?”
    She parted her lips to tell him she thought that was a very bad idea but the words never formed. Jonas’s mouth was somehow in the way, cutting off the protest before it had even begun.
    His lips came down on hers with a captivating insistence. Lulled by the warm water, the sensual massage, and the beer, Verity decided it wasn’t worth making a fuss over one kiss.
    Too late she realized that this was exactly the sort of kiss a smart woman should have refused. There was something different about this kiss, she reflected as Jonas’s lips moved druggingly on hers. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she knew that this was special, much too special. The taste and touch of him was unique, intoxicating, something for which she had been waiting for a long, long time.
    Until this moment, Verity realized, she hadn’t even known she had been waiting.
    Without conscious thought Verity’s right arm moved to encircle Jonas’s neck. She felt the hard outline of the muscle of his shoulder beneath her fingers and she kneaded his bronzed skin the way a cat kneads a silk pillow.