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She looked very charming wearing a pretty green gown, with a shy expression on her face.

He rose and kissed both of her cheeks.

She stiffened as his lips brushed her warm, soft skin. No doubt she was surprised—as he had been by the difference in her attitude as well as her appearance.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Is this all for me?” she asked, looking up at him questioningly, her full lips half parted as if seeking another kind of kiss.

Desire—hot, intense, lustful—hit him like a blow to the head.

In spite of his tumultuous feelings, his voice was cool and calm when he spoke. “After your ordeal, I thought it would be easier for the dressmakers to come to you.”

“It is very kind of you, monsieur,” she murmured, looking down as coyly as any well-brought-up young lady.

He could keep cool when she was angry. He had plenty of experience with tantrums and tempers and had learned to act as if they didn’t affect him in the slightest.

But this affected him. She affected him.

A Lover’s Kiss

Harlequin^®Historical