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found quite irresistible. It happens sometimes.’
    He added more briskly, ‘And now that I’ve satisfied your curiosity, let’s see what we can do for your appetite. Why don’t we begin with scallops?’

CHAPTER FOUR
    T HE SCALLOPS WERE superb, grilled and served with a little pool of lobster sauce. The lamb cutlets that followed were pink and delicious, accompanied by rosti and some wonderfully garlicky green beans. The dessert was a magically rich chocolate mousse.
    As Jago remarked, simple enough food but exquisitely done.
    ‘Rather like your macaroni cheese,’ he added, and grinned at her.
    Making it incredibly difficult not to smile back. But not impossible, she found, taking another sip of the wine poured almost reverently into her glass by the sommelier. That is, if you were sufficiently determined not to be charmed, enticed and won over. Because that seemed to be his plan.
    However, she couldn’t deny that the ambience of the place was getting to her. The immaculate linen and crystal on the tables. The gleaming chandeliers. The hushed voices and occasional soft laughter from the other diners. And, of course, the expert and deferential waiters, who were treating her like a princess even though she must have been wearing the cheapest dress in the room.
    While her companion was certainly the only man present not observing the dress code.
    ‘I bet you’re the only person in the country allowed in here without a tie,’ Tavy said, putting down her spoon and suppressing a sigh of repletion. ‘Don’t you ever worry that people will refuse to serve you? Or is your presence considered such an accolade that they overlook minor details like house rules?’
    ‘The answer to both questions is no,’ he said, and frowned. ‘And I think I had a tie once. I’ll have to see if I can find it. As it matters so much to you.’
    ‘Nothing of the kind,’ Tavy said quickly. ‘It was just a remark.’
    ‘On the contrary,’ he said, leaning back in his chair. ‘I see it as a great leap forward. Now it’s my turn.’ He paused. ‘I read some of your father’s book this afternoon. The Manor seems to have had a pretty chequered history, hacked about by succeeding generations.’
    ‘I believe so.’
    ‘But it’s in safe hands now.’ As her lips tightened, he added quietly, ‘I wish you’d believe that, Octavia.’
    ‘It’s really none of my concern,’ she said stiffly. ‘And I had no right to speak as I did earlier. I—I’m sorry.’ And you have no right to call me Octavia...
    ‘But you still wish you hadn’t been cornered into coming here tonight.’
    ‘Well—naturally.’
    ‘Because you’d hoped you’d never set eyes on me again.’
    She flushed. ‘That too.’
    ‘And you’d like very much for us both to forget our first encounter ever happened.’
    ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Yes, I would.’
    ‘Very understandable. And for me, anyway, quite impossible. The vision of you rising like Venus from the waves will always be a treasured memory.’ He paused. ‘And I like your hair loose.’
    She was burning all over now. It wasn’t just what he’d said, but the way he’d looked at her across the table, as if her dress—her underwear—had ceased to exist under his gaze. As if her hair tumbling around her shoulders was her only covering. And as if he knew that her nipples in some damnable way were hardening into aching peaks inside the lacy confines of her bra.
    But if her skin was fire, her voice was ice. ‘Fortunately, your preferences are immaterial to me.’
    ‘At present anyway.’ He signalled to a waiter. ‘Would you like to have coffee here or in the drawing room?’
    She bit her lip. ‘Here, perhaps. Wherever we go, there’ll be people staring at you. Watching every move you make.’
    ‘Waiting for me to start breaking the place up, I suppose. They’ll be sadly disappointed. Besides, I’m not the only one attracting attention. There’s a trio on the other side of the room who can’t