A movement on the terrace alerted Ross to the presence of
someone else. When he saw a shadow move, he took a
cautious step back into the gazebo, then another.
"Paul?"
Tessa's voice. There was a rustle of skirts as she
descended the steps. Ross threw his cheroot on the ground
and crushed it under his heel.
"Paul?" Her voice was breathless, uncertain. "I saw you
from my window. I wasn't sure it was you until I saw our
signal." Her voice took on a teasing note. "Or perhaps I
was mistaken. Perhaps you weren't signaling me but simply
slipped into the gazebo for a quiet smoke."
Ross said nothing, but he'd already calculated that he'd
stumbled upon the trysting place of Tessa and her French
lover and had inadvertently given their signal merely by
smoking a cheroot.
Tessa entered the gazebo and halted, waiting for her eyes
to become accustomed to the gloom. "I wanted to thank you
for the spray of violets. They really are lovely. But I
had to burn your note." She laughed. "You mustn't write
such things to me, Paul. My cheeks burned so hot, my maid
feared I was coming down with a fever." She paused, and
her voice turned husky. "Paul, stop playing games with me.
You know you want to kiss me."
It never crossed Ross's mind to enlighten her about his
identity. He was too curious to see how far the brazen
hussy would go. She had, quite literally, backed him into
the darkest corner of the gazebo.
Her hands found his shoulders and curled around
them. "Paul," she whispered, and she lifted her head for
his kiss.
Tessa was no stranger to a man's kisses. In France, she
had discovered, young gentlemen were not so circumspect as
theirEnglish counterparts, nor were French girls the least
bit prudish. Her female friends weren't wicked, far from
it, but they saw nothing wrong in indulging in a little
kissing. They reasoned, and Tessa agreed with them, that
it was foolish for a girl to keep herself in total
ignorance of what awaited her in marriage. Now, after two
years in France, Tessa considered herself quite
knowledgeable about men and their passions.
She also knew that by trysting with Paul in the gazebo,
she was overstepping the boundaries of what a French girl
would allow. But Paul was different. He was courting her.
Perhaps tonight he would ask her to marry him. Then their
kisses would be sanctioned by his ring on her finger. And
if that were not enough to tempt her, there were Paul's
breathtaking kisses. When he molded those experienced lips
to hers, something peculiar happened to her insides, and
that had never happened to her with any other boy. He made
her feel quite giddy.
It was exactly as she had anticipated. His mouth was firm
and hot, and those pleasant sensations began to warm her
blood. When he wrapped his arms around her and jerked her
hard against his full length, she gave a little start of
surprise, but that warm, mobile mouth on hers insisted she
yield to him. She laughed softly when he kissed her
throat, then she stopped breathing altogether when he bent
her back and kissed her breasts, just above the lace on
her bodice. He'd never gone that far before.
"Thank God," she cried out, "that will never come to pass."
He laughed. "Stranger things have happened."
He had argued her to a standstill. The thing to do now was
to exit with as much dignity as was left to her. She
wasn't going to leave him with the impression that she had
followed him into the gazebo knowing who he was.
She breathed deeply, trying to find her calm. "If I'd
known you were in the gazebo, I would never have entered
it." His skeptical look revived her anger, and she
said, "I tell you, I thought you were Paul Marmont."
He shrugged. "In that case, all I can say is that little
girls who play with fire deserve to get burned."
She said furiously, "You were teaching me a lesson?"
"In a word, yes."
Her head was flung back and she regarded him with
smoldering dislike. "And just how far were you prepared to
go in this lesson of yours, Mr. Trevenan? Mmm?"
He extended a hand to her, and without a trace of mockery
or levity answered, "Come back to the gazebo with me and
I'll show you."