swallowed, knowing with absolute certainty that those “ways” had nothing at all to do with the sharing of thoughts and ideals to which she had been referring earlier!
There was no denying that Bastian Wilson was the most sought-after, and elusive, single gentleman of the ton. And the most challenging.
Trudie had spent the past five Seasons surrounded by handsome and eligible gentlemen, receiving a dozen or more offers of marriage during that time, and yet none of those gentlemen had engendered the least interest on her part, emotionally or physically.
Except for Bastian Wilson…
Trudie had been captivated by him from the first evening she set eyes upon him eighteen months previously. So much so that every other gentleman of the ton had faded into obscurity. What Bastian Wilson now offered her was not the marriage which Trudie secretly so longed for, admittedly. But neither could she deny the thrill of wicked pleasure than ran the length of her spine just at the thought of a secret—and deeply sensual?—relationship with this man.
Enough for her to seriously consider accepting his wager…?
Once again she eyed him carefully. “I still do not see how we could possibly go about achieving such an…arrangement?”
Bastian gave a dismissive shrug. “As I am the more experienced in such matters, perhaps you should leave the where and how to me?” He glanced towards the garden, instantly aware that the two of them were now starting to attract the attention of several other guests as they stood talking together on the terrace in full view of anyone who cared to glance their way. A clear indication it was time he put an end to this exchange. “I believe it advisable if we…finish this conversation later on today in private.”
A frown marred the creamy perfection of her brow. “Tell me, Mr Wilson, what would be the benefit to you by entering into such a wager?”
He looked down at her with those heavily lidded—and completely unreadable!—grey eyes. “Have you never looked at yourself in a mirror, Miss Faraday?”
Her eyes widened. “Are you stating your attraction to me…?”
That attraction was as much of a shock to Bastian as it obviously was to Trudie Faraday. An attraction which he had tried his damndest to ignore as he deliberately flirted with other ladies of the ton and demimonde. Flirtations which had not gone as far as the bedchamber due to a distinct lack of enthusiasm on Bastian’s part. Learning that Trudie was to be a guest at Westbourne’s summer house party, Bastian had decided that making love to Trudie Faraday should put an end to this torture once and for all.
His mouth twisted self-derisively. “Perhaps I only seek relief from the tedium of a week-long house party?”
His quarry shot him an impatient glance from those fiery blue eyes. “I fail to see why you bothered coming here when it is obviously all so boring to you.”
He raised mocking brows. “Perhaps, since my return to England, I have become as bewitched by your beauty and charm as all the other single gentlemen of the ton appear to be?” Bastian drawled ruefully.
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