Season Of Secrets: Not Just a Seduction. Carole Mortimer

more obvious reason: that Sylvie had decided to accept his offer after all, but on her own terms.

      And Christian was very interested in knowing what those terms might be.

      “Well?” he prompted at her continued silence. “Is that not the reason you are here, Sylvie?”

Chapter Six

      Damn him!

      Damn, damn, damn Lord Christian Matthew Faulkner Ambrose, the Earl of Chambourne, to the hell he deserved!

      Because, having considered all of the options during the long and sleepless night, and out of a need to protect Christianna, that was precisely the reason Sylvie had called upon him this morning.

      Christian had made it abundantly clear the evening before that, the two of them now having met again, he had no intention of quietly absenting himself from her life a second time. Not, at least, until he had taken what he wanted from her. As clear as he had made it that what he wanted was her, in his bed, for as long as it took him to tire of her again. None of which would have—should have—mattered in the least to Sylvie after Christian’s despicable treatment of her four years ago.

      And it would not have done.

      If not for Christianna.

      The man Sylvie had met yesterday evening was even less the man she had thought him to be four years ago, the Christian from the past having at least given the appearance of warmth and caring. Last night he had been every inch the cold and arrogant Lord Christian Ambrose, the Earl of Chambourne, a known rake and a man who cared for no one—except a possible affection for his grandmother?—and neither expected nor wanted anyone to care for him. Even so, Sylvie had no doubts that he would care about his daughter if he ever learned of her existence. As he must surely do, if he were ever to actually see Christianna.

      Which was precisely the reason Sylvie had decided to accept, and put her own limitations—some control—on the...relationship, Christian stated, no, demanded, there now be between the two of them.

      That, and the fact that—despite everything that had once passed between them—Sylvie still responded physically to this man. Her heart, she was sure, was in no further danger from this man; how could it be when he had used her so shamefully in the past?

      She rose briskly to her feet. “Being a young and wealthy widow, I have received several such offers as yours these past few months—”

      “A young, wealthy and beautiful widow,” Christian corrected softly.

      Sylvie refused to allow herself to be moved by his compliment; Christian Ambrose was a silver-tongued devil bent on seduction, nothing more. A seduction that would take place under Sylvie’s rules or not at all. “I obviously cannot vouch as to that—”

      “I can,” he bit out tersely. “If anything, Sylvie, you are more beautiful now than you were four years ago.” And it was true, Christian acknowledged with a frown. There was a confidence to Sylvie now that had not been present four years earlier, an elegance in her carriage and demeanor that implied a coolness to her nature that Christian knew to be only skin deep; her responses to him yesterday evening had been every bit as fiery as he remembered from the past.

      “Yes. Well.” She gave him a scathing glance. “Several of these gentleman have been...pressing, in their attentions—”

      Christian’s eyes were narrowed. “Tell me the names of these other gentlemen and I will consign them to the devil.”

      She gave a shake of her head. “I only mentioned them at all in order to explain why I have decided to accept an offer of...protection, from one gentleman, a gentleman of my own choice, rather than continue to be plagued by many.”

      “And I am to be that gentleman...?”

      Sylvie looked at him coolly. “Only if you are willing to accept the relationship under my terms.”

      His eyes narrowed. “And those terms are...?”

      She drew in a deep breath. “One—there will be no other lovers in your life for as long as this...arrangement between us lasts, the arrangement becoming null and void if that should ever be the case.”

      “I believe I have already stated there will be no other women.”

      “No, you stated I should not be allowed other lovers but you,” she recalled dryly.

      He frowned grimly. “I give you my word there will be no other women for me, either, for the time of our own affair.”

      Her mouth thinned. “Two—we will meet a maximum of two nights a week—”

      “Two?” Christian repeated, astounded. “I had it more in mind to spend every night together until we had sated our desire for each other.”

      “A maximum of two,” Sylvie repeated firmly.

      “Three,” he stated stubbornly. “And let us hope that you will succeed in so satiating my appetite during those times that I have no strength left to so much as think of bedding another woman the other four nights of the week!”

      Sylvie looked at him searchingly for several long minutes before nodding slowly. “Very well, three.”

      “Beginning with this one,” he added softly.

      Sylvie’s eyes widened in alarm. Tonight? Christian wished to start bedding her this very night?

      Somehow, in all her thinking the evening before, Sylvie had avoided actually dwelling on when Christian would require her to start sharing his bed. Just the thought of it being this night, in several hours’ time, was enough to make her tremble. In trepidation, she hoped...

      “Very well,” she agreed. “Three—our times together will be spent here rather than in my own home—”

      “Why?”

      Sylvie avoided directly meeting that piercing green gaze. “It is enough that I prefer it should be so.”

      Christian’s lids narrowed as he looked at her searchingly for several long seconds before murmuring. “It is not the usual way of things...”

      “I am aware of that.”

      “The fact that you are here this morning, calling at the home of a single gentleman without so much as your maid in attendance, would be cause for gossip among the ton if any were to learn of it, let alone the knowledge that you are spending three nights a week here in my bed.”

      “Then we will have to endeavor to ensure that none of the ton learn the terms of our arrangement,” Sylvie dismissed. “And I will not be spending the whole night here, merely a few hours.”

      His brow rose. “You intend sneaking out of my house like a thief in the middle of the night?”

      Her jaw tensed. “Gentlemen do it all the time, so why should I not do the same!”

      “Why would you even risk such a thing?” Christian pondered.

      Sylvie’s eyes flashed darkly as she looked at him with contempt. “Perhaps because I have no intention of sharing a bed with you in the home I shared with my husband until his death?”

      Christian felt a harsh shard of jealousy rip through him at the thought of Sylvie sharing the home—and the bed—of another man. Especially that of the husband she had thrown him over for four years ago.

      He rose slowly to his feet, his mouth curving into a hard smile as he saw the way Sylvie instantly took a step back and away from him. “Did you love him after all, then?”

      She looked startled for a moment, and then that coolness settled on her face once more. “As I told you yesterday evening, Gerald was a man it was all too easy to respect and admire.”

      “I asked if you loved him!” Christian reached out to grasp the tops of her arms, his glittering gaze easily holding her own