To Seduce a Bride (10 page)

“Well,” Fleur answered thoughtfully, “we customarily awarded points to each competitor and tallied the score after a fortnight. We could use that same method now. For instance, my lord, you might bring Lily a gift of some kind to win points. Sonnets worked well for Chantel, since she is extremely fond of poetry.”

“Yes, sonnets were my very favorite gift,” Chantel murmured. “Even better than jewels.”

“Which is why you have little left to show for your success after so many years,” Fleur said dryly. “You never did have a head for business.”

Chantel's rouged mouth turned down in a pout. “Alas, that is true. I was swayed more by a handsome face and a romantic address.”

“And you always had your favorites.”

“Mmmm. Lord Poole, do you remember, Fleur? Now
he
was a splendid courtier. He always won the most points of any of my lovers.”

“The very best,” Fleur agreed.

“So I would have to earn points to win our game?” Claybourne asked.

“Yes, exactly. You would woo Lily and be awarded for your effectiveness and creativity.” Fleur's brow furrowed. “I suggest that to keep the play impartial, Chantel and I should set the rules and act as judges, since Lily is unlikely to consider any of your endeavors worthy of reward. As for the stakes, if you earn a certain number of points in the next fortnight—say ten—then Lily must agree to your formal courtship for a full quarter. If not, then you will end your suit forever and award her a prize of her choosing. We can begin tomorrow. Her sister Roslyn's wedding is two weeks from then. That should be ample time to see if you truly want Lily for your bride, shouldn't it?”

The word
bride
was enough to make Lily cringe. “No, absolutely not,” she objected. “I won't participate for any length of time. I couldn't endure his lordship's courtship for one day, let alone a fortnight.”

“But don't you see the advantages, darling?” Chantel said. “You can demand whatever you want from him.”

“But I don't want anything from him!”

“Nothing at all? Just think about it for a moment. Surely there is something you desire that Lord Claybourne could provide you.”

The question suddenly made Lily pause.
Was
there something of value he could provide her? Not for herself, perhaps, but for her friends?

When she didn't answer, Claybourne made a
tsk
ing sound. “I expected you to have more mettle, Miss Loring. You are afraid I will win.”

At his light taunt, Lily felt her spine stiffen. She was indeed afraid of his winning, yet her pride wouldn't let her turn tail and run from him like a weakling again. Nor could she ignore Claybourne's challenge, even knowing that he was trying to goad her into agreeing.

“I have plenty of mettle, my lord,” she said tersely. “I was attempting to decide what would be worth my while to have a vexing rogue breathing down my neck for so long a period.”

His smile showed in his eyes. “Name your price,” he said easily.

Now that she considered it, there
was
one thing she wanted from him. It would of course be impossible to ask even the supremely wealthy marquess to hand over thirty thousand pounds to pay off Fleur and Chantel's debt. Not only would such magnanimity make Lily uncomfortably beholden to him, she doubted anything short of her pledge to wed him would induce him to part with so vast a sum. Besides, there was another favor that would benefit even more needy souls.

Yet did she dare risk letting him court her? Lily asked herself. What did she have to fear, after all? She didn't believe his lordship's pursuit would last for an entire fortnight. If he was like most nobleman of means, he had far too much idle time on his hands. Undoubtedly his current preoccupation with her was merely his way of relieving boredom. She was a diversion, nothing more. But perhaps he would lose interest in her if she went along with the game.

“Please, Lily, darling,” Chantel implored while she debated. “You will relieve my conscience and Fleur's as well. We couldn't bear to think we hurt your chances for a prosperous match simply because you are so devoted to helping us.”

Still silent, Lily caught her lower lip between her teeth as she argued with herself. There were indeed some advantages to agreeing. At least Claybourne would have to play by set rules. And she could use the opportunity to show him precisely why he didn't want to marry her; to prove that she was much too independent for him. Most importantly, her sacrifice would be for a very good cause.

Furthermore, she seriously doubted she could be rid of him any other way.

Two weeks was not so very long, if she considered it. She would be busy with her classes for much of that time. Surely she could maintain her defenses against him for a fortnight, Lily reflected. She wouldn't be in danger of falling in love with him in such a short period, surely…

It was imperative, however, that he not win the game, since she was unlikely to withstand his potent charm for an additional three months of a formal courtship.

“Very well,” Lily said, taking a deep breath. “I do have something I want from you, my lord. We are holding a soiree here next week so that our boarders can exhibit their hard-won skills to attract prospective new patrons. I would like you to arrange for some of your wealthy bachelor friends to attend their debut. And you must weed out unsuitable candidates beforehand—anyone who would be cruel or domineering toward our young women. We only want those who will be considerate and kind. If you can promise to bring a dozen such eligible gentlemen to the soiree, then I will agree to play your game.”

Claybourne hesitated for a moment before amusement twisted his mouth. “You drive a hard bargain, angel.”

“Then you accept my terms?”

“Yes, of course.”

She could hear Fleur's sigh of relief, while Chantel clapped her hands.

“That is very clever, Lily,” Chantel said with admiration. “Lord Claybourne's support should insure our soiree's success.”

“I sincerely hope so,” Lily murmured, placing a hand over her suddenly queasy stomach as realization sank in. She had actually agreed to let the marquess woo her. What the devil had she done?

Claybourne might have sensed her dismay, for he kept his tone mild when he spoke. “If I have only a fortnight, then I must begin at once. Are you free tomorrow morning to accompany me on a ride in the park, Miss Loring?”

Frowning, Lily pursed her lips. A ride in a public park seemed innocuous enough. And as long as she could avoid being alone with him, she should be safe. “What time? We must make it before my classes begin at nine, and I doubt you will want to rise so early.”

“Is seven o'clock convenient?”

It surprised her that he was willing to disturb his comfort in order to accommodate her schedule. “Seven o'clock will do well enough.”

Chantel let out a small moan. “I never rise before ten, but you may report back on your excursion afterward.”

Lord Claybourne nodded in agreement, then turned to Lily. “I will take my leave now. If your lovely friends”—he bowed to each of the courtesans—“are to grade my performance, then I had best think of something to impress them.”

“Oh, I'll wager you will do quite well, my lord,” Fleur said, returning a flirtatious smile. “Indeed, I believe we should award you two points now.”

Lily's brows drew together. “Two points? That hardly seems fair.”

“Oh, but it
is
fair, darling. He deserves at least one point for hunting you down here, since it shows excellent resourcefulness. And a second point for soliciting our help in persuading you to accept his courtship. That was very clever of him.”

“But then he only has to earn eight more, and I will be starting out at a disadvantage.”

“Perhaps, but he still has a long way to go. And keep in mind, he could
lose
points if we judge it fitting. However, by the same token, Lily, you must give him a sporting chance to score points,” Fleur warned. “You must allow him time each day to advance his suit.”

“Yet truly, Lily,” Chantel added quite seriously, “I am certain you will enjoy yourself. The mating dance is the most pleasurable game in all the world.”

Lily's grimace clearly showed her disagreement.

“Do you want to renege already?” Claybourne asked when she hesitated, his tone provocative.

Yes,
was Lily's instinctive response. “No, I do not wish to renege,” she said aloud. But she lifted her chin as she met his amused gaze. “You should not be so confident, however, my lord. You will quickly learn you don't want me as your wife.”

“I very much doubt that. But I won't underestimate you again.”

Stepping toward her, he took her hand and gave her fingertips a chaste kiss. Lily drew a sharp breath at the heat that sizzled across her skin from the mere touch of his lips.

Perhaps she had made a serious mistake after all, she thought in alarm.

But the battle lines were drawn now, and she had no intention of allowing him the victory.

Chapter Five

I intend to show his lordship I am far too independent for him to want me as his bride.

—Lily to Fanny

Still piqued by her friend Basil Eddowes's betrayal, Lily hunted him down early the next morning before his class on diction. She suspected he'd been deliberately avoiding her, since he hadn't dined with the boarders the night before or taken tea with them afterward in the drawing room. And when Basil opened his bedchamber door at Lily's knock, the guilty look on his face only confirmed her suspicions.

“Now don't be angry with me, Lily,” he said, holding up his hands defensively.

“
Whyever
would I be angry?” she asked with false sweetness. “Merely because you have done untold damage to my life by divulging my personal secrets to a near stranger?”

Wincing, he shoved a shock of blond hair out of his eyes. Tall and lanky, wearing his usual dark frock coat and spectacles, Basil looked very much like the scholar he was, although the unruly hair that tumbled over his forehead was rather endearing and softened his lean, hungry appearance.

Basil possessed a keen mind but few social skills, and it was that lack that Lily took issue with now. “I did not think you capable of such perfidy, Basil.”

“I only hoped to do you a favor.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What favor?”

“Why, to provide you a proper alternative to the life you are leading now. I don't want you following in Fanny's scandalous footsteps.”

“
Basil
…” she said with mingled vexation and exasperation. He had never gotten over his fierce anger and disappointment at Fanny's decision to join the flesh trade, but he should know better than to think
she
wanted that same life. “You know I have no intention of becoming a Cyprian.”

“But you should not be living here in a place like this, continually exposed to the seamier side of nature.”

“
You
choose to live here.”

“But I am a man, not a genteel young lady.”

Her frown deepened. “I thought you supported my efforts to help our boarders, Basil.”

“I do, but when Lord Claybourne said he wanted to court you, it seemed providential. The chance for you to become a marchioness is too splendid to pass up. I
care
what happens to you, Lily.”

Hearing the genuine concern in Basil's voice, Lily bit back the scoffing retort she was about to make. She couldn't hold on to her vexation, despite his unwanted interference. They had been close friends since childhood.

In character, Basil was more like her sister Roslyn, his nose usually buried in a book. But he'd been Lily's faithful companion in sporting endeavors, climbing trees and galloping across the countryside like wild Turks and caring for the animals on the home farms of the Loring family estate. He had also been her unwilling partner in crime for many of her youthful escapades.

“I have no doubt you care for me, Basil,” she said more gently. “And you know the feeling is mutual. I just wish you had found some other way of showing your affection than to betray me to Lord Claybourne.”

“Well”—a sheepish grin wreathed Basil's mouth—“his lordship
was
very persuasive.”

“I have no doubt about that either,” Lily said dryly.

“So you agreed to his courtship?”

“Under duress, yes,” she muttered. “Because he promised to aid our boarders. But I must endure him only for the next fortnight. I am to go riding with him in a few moments.”

Basil's brown eyes surveyed her approvingly. “I am glad you at least thought to take a veil. The damage to your reputation will be unavoidable if you are discovered to be living here in a house of low repute.”

Along with her own riding habit, Lily was wearing a borrowed shako hat equipped with a veil so she could avoid advertising her identity. She didn't want to be easily recognizable by anyone she encountered during her ride with the marquess.

“The possible benefits to our pupils,” she said, “are well worth any risk to my reputation. But Basil, in future
please
do not do me any more favors that involve you playing matchmaker.”

He grinned. “I promise. Enjoy your ride.”

“Oh, I will. I mean to show his lordship that I would make him an extremely unsuitable wife.”

Basil frowned as she turned away. “Lily,” he called after her, “just what devilish scheme are you planning?”

She laughed lightly as she continued down the corridor. “Nothing more mischievous than usual. I shall return in time for my class at nine.”

“You know coves like Claybourne don't like mannish young ladies, Lily. You will put him off if you insist on outriding him and outshooting him and outthinking him.”

“That is precisely my intention!”

Ignoring Basil's muttering, Lily made her way through the house to the front entrance. But when she stepped outside and saw Lord Claybourne waiting on the street for her, accompanied by a groom holding the reins of two magnificent bay horses, she came to an abrupt halt.

“Oh my heavens,” she murmured to herself. How had he known she couldn't resist such superb horseflesh? She would be delighted to ride a spirited mount any time, but particularly now, when she'd been deprived of her favorite pastime during the entire month she'd been in London.

Stiffening her spine, Lily gathered her composure and continued down the steps. Clearly the marquess was not going to play fairly. But there was no need for panic. Indeed, she was counting on their absurd game to aid her cause, even if it meant being compelled to spend time with him. For she was convinced that if Lord Claybourne came to know her better, he would soon realize that he would not be at all happy with her as his bride.

         

Heath felt his loins tighten at the sight of Lily looking as fresh and lovely as the summer morning. She ignored him completely, however, and instead had eyes only for his horses.

Going directly to the smaller of the two bays, which sported a lady's sidesaddle, she spoke softly to the mare, stroking her face and receiving an affectionate nicker in return.

When Lily finally deigned to notice
him,
her lively eyes held appreciation. “I must say one thing for you, Lord Claybourne. You do have excellent taste in horseflesh.”

“Is that actually a compliment, Miss Loring?” Heath responded.

“I give credit where it is due…although I'm certain you are merely trying to score points with our judges.”

“And with you as well. I thought you might have missed riding and hoped to disarm you by providing you an excellent steed.”

“Well, I admit you succeeded,” she said with rueful amusement. “I have rarely been privileged to ride such a wonderful animal.”

“You may consider the mare a gift. After all, you are here in London without a mount because of me.”

She shook her head. “I cannot accept so expensive a gift.”

“A loan, then.”

Lily gave the mare's face another fond stroke. “Thank you, my lord. I will love riding this beauty. Shall we be on our way?”

Heath had thought she might be reluctant to share his company this morning, yet she looked as though she was anticipating their outing with relish. But then, he should have known he wasn't dealing with any meek-mannered miss. Lily would throw herself into every challenge that confronted her, their courtship game included.

“I am trusting that you can handle a spirited horse,” Heath said as he moved closer to help Lily mount.

Her vibrant smile left a dimple in her cheek. “You needn't worry about that. You should be more concerned about handling
me.
”

Her sparkling dark eyes enchanted him, while her beauty and vitality made him want to touch her. It was with great pleasure that Heath put his hands on Lily's waist and lifted her onto the sidesaddle. The mare jigged a little, but Lily easily brought her under control, then adjusted her skirts and pulled down her filmy lace veil, which regrettably covered all of her face but her mouth. Then without waiting for him, she set off down the street.

Heath quickly swung up into his own saddle and gave orders to his groom to await him here, before urging his gelding after her.

“I thought we would ride in Green Park,” he said when he caught up to her. “It is closer and won't be as crowded as Hyde Park.”

“That will do nicely,” she said in approval. “We can have a good gallop.”

Green Park was only about a half mile from Fanny's boardinghouse on Gerrard Street, although in a busy part of London. The route they took to get there was congested by vendors hawking wares and all manner of traffic—drays and carriages, sporting vehicles and other riders. Heath kept a watchful eye on Lily, yet she dealt with the spirited mare so skillfully, he was soon able to relax and simply enjoy her company.

Heath found his mouth twisting with rueful amusement as he wondered how he'd wound up in this utterly alien situation—courting a woman he wanted for his bride who clearly didn't want him.

He had never courted anyone before. Certainly he'd never had to expend such extreme effort just to gain a woman's attention. With his wealth and power, he needed merely to show a modicum of interest for her to become his. And not in his wildest dreams would he ever have expected to have to woo Lily under the eagle eyes of her protective courtesan friends.

Yet he was looking forward to the most intriguing challenge he'd encountered in years.

He had every confidence that he could eventually change Lily's mind about not wanting to marry him. His powers of persuasion were legendary, with charm and persistence being primary weapons in his arsenal.

In truth, winning had always come easily to him, Heath reflected—and he had every intention of claiming victory in their courtship.

But since Lily was so unconventional, he knew conventional methods would be ineffectual with her. If he hoped to keep her off balance, he needed to be creative and enterprising. Thus the superb Thoroughbred mare he'd bought for her late yesterday.

His instincts told him the way to Lily's heart would not be through jewels and other feminine gewgaws. And from her pleased reaction to the mare, he knew he'd succeeded in winning their first skirmish.

However, the first words out of Lily's mouth were not those of a young lady eager to win his own heart:

“I wish you would believe me, Lord Claybourne, when I say I will never marry.”

Heath cocked an eyebrow. “You mean to remain a spinster your entire life? I just cannot see it.”

“I can, quite easily. I imagine I will find spinsterhood delightful,” Lily contended. “Besides, two married women in one family is more than enough.”

He chuckled. “You haven't yet forgiven your sisters for falling in love.”

“I have not.” Since Lily's face was mostly veiled, he couldn't see her eyes, but her luscious mouth was curved in a half smile. “I suppose they have a right to choose their own futures, however. And I
am
very glad they are happy. As for me, I was perfectly content before Marcus inherited the title from our late step-uncle and came into our lives.”

“Even living under the taint of scandal as you were?”

When her smile faded, Heath was sorry he'd brought up the subject. “It is highly regrettable that you and your sisters had to bear the brunt of your parents' ignominy.”

Lily's shrug was nonchalant. “You needn't pity us, my lord. We quickly realized there was a silver lining to the disgrace. We were no longer expected to behave like perfect ladies.”

“Which you rarely did in any case.”

Her smile returned. “Indeed. But the scandals liberated us in a way.” She sighed. “You have no idea how frustrating it is to be shackled by the restrictions deemed proper for genteel young ladies. Frankly, I envy Fanny the freedom she enjoys.”

“But society permits more freedom for married ladies to behave as they please than single ones.”

She laughed. “Possibly, but that still won't induce me to marry you.”

Heath very much liked the sound of her husky laughter. “What objections do you have to wedding me, other than your desire for independence?”

Lily waited until they had negotiated their mounts across a busy avenue before she answered. “Your reputation, for one thing. You are infamous for your amorous conquests, and I have no wish to become one more of their number.”

“As my wife, you would hardly be my conquest, sweeting. In fact, some would say
you
would be making the conquest.”

“Oh, yes, I know,” she said sardonically. “You are a great matrimonial prize. But you have plenty of admirers pursuing you. And since I don't like to imitate sheep, I mean to resist you on general principle. I am stubborn-minded that way.”

“I can see that,” Heath remarked, amused. “But would you really allow stubbornness to dictate your entire future?”