He stood at the door for a moment gazing at her.
Lucy had rehearsed what she would say to him, also she would appear to be a little elusive and even reluctant to give in to his pleadings.
But when she saw him standing there looking so handsome and so magnificently masculine in his evening clothes, all her resolutions were swept from her mind.
Without any consideration, without the slightest thought, she rose from the couch and moved towards him, her arms outstretched before she reached him, her head thrown back, her perfect lips curved and waiting for his kisses.
Afterwards Lucy could never quite remember how it happened, whether she had walked or the Marquis had carried her, but she was lying on the bed against her pillows, he was looking down at her and there was no mistaking the fir
