The Chalmers’ ball was something of a triumph for Dex. When he entered the ballroom with Eloïse Fortrose on one arm and Comtesse de Villiers on the other, heads turned and a murmur sprang up.
Eloïse was resplendent in violet satin. Amethysts gleamed at her throat and sparkled in her elegant coiffure. Her skin was as smooth and perfect as marble, her hair the color of moonlight, pale and lustrous, her gown striking and bold. She was the personification of temptation, and at the same time she was cool and untouchable.
Untouchable, except by him.
Dex couldn’t resist strutting a little. He didn’t need to look in any mirrors to know that they looked damned good together. Armed with knowledge of what she was wearing, Hicks had worked his magic again. Dex’s tailcoat and breeches were a color t
