Excerpt of The Debutante Is Mine by Vivienne Lorret

“Since I cannot move forward, the gentlemanly thing for
you to do is to step back.”

“Why can’t you move forward?” His breath skimmed across
her nape, teasing the tendrils that must have come loose
earlier, when their carriage had hit the rut.

She shivered, closing her eyes. “I know very well that
you do not care about my answer. All you are doing is
delaying the removal of your hand from my . . .”

She’d said the word a moment ago. So why couldn’t she say
it now? Likely, because that part of her body had
suddenly become the center of her world. It was now a
place of intimacy and forbidden touches.

“Waist?” he supplied, moving his fingertips in such a way
that it made her stomach quiver—not on the surface but
someplace deeper inside.

“Person,” she corrected, yet noticed her thready word
lacked censure. She tried again. “You really should not
be touching me here.”

“If I were assisting you into a barouche, I would have
both my hands on your . . . person.”

Both of his hands on her? She tried not to imagine it.
When she felt an enthralling warmth spread through her,
she knew she’d failed. “No. I mean here, in the ballroom.
If anyone should see, the result would be catastrophic
for both of us.”

Her reputation would be ruined. He would be expected to
marry her. They both knew, however, that he would not.
His conduct indicated that he cared little for the
principles of society. He didn’t even like her. And more
important, she reminded herself, she despised him.

“Indeed. The rules that govern your actions must be
obeyed.” With those hard-edged words, he dropped his hand
and stepped back.

Lilah immediately missed his warmth and hated herself for
it. She turned to face him, a reprimand at the ready. “If
we didn’t have rules, then society would be full of men
like you who enjoy taking liberties.”

He lifted his tawny brows. “You don’t think society would
be full of women taking liberties?”

She blinked, caught off guard by the question and by the
very idea. Women taking liberties?

Spinning a web to decide her fate . . .

It was an unexpectedly intriguing proposition for a woman
in her circumstances. Now, however, was not the time to
ponder it. “I will not imagine such a thing. After all,
if I were to have placed my hand on your person, then you
would have removed it. Men do not wait upon politeness.”

“I wouldn’t have removed your hand . . . from anywhere on
my person.” He grinned, making her regret the example
she’d used. Then he spread his arms out in invitation.
“Please tell me you require proof.”