Sterling Family - A Perfect Groom Part 16

There was no way she could avoid his moist, wet lips. It spun through her mind that his kiss was nothing

like Justin's. Justin's kiss was honey and magic. She felt nothing but revulsion when an insistent tongue rammed between the seam of her closed lips.

Arabella gagged and bit down, hard.

He cursed and jerked back. "You little witch!" He reached for her once more, but the

movement allowed Arabella all the s.p.a.ce she needed. She brought her knee up hard against his groin.

McElroy doubled over with a grunt. Arabella ducked beneath his arm and wrenched the door open.

She smacked straight into a broad chest.

Ten.

Strong hands descended to her shoulders, steadying her even as she flung herself against him. It took Justin but an instant to a.s.sess the situation. His gaze swung from Arabella's stricken features to McElroy. The man was hunched over, one hand clamped over his bleeding lip, the other cradling his vitals.

"The chit is vicious!" McElroy gasped. "Look what she did to me!"

Justin's expression turned to stone. "Pack your things and get out," he said through his teeth. "Now."

McElroy attempted to straighten. "I will not," he snarled. "I was invited by your brother."

"And that invitation has just been retracted." Sebastian stepped inside, his gray eyes cold and wintry. Seizing his collar, he started to jerk McElroy from the room like the cur that he was.

Sebastian paused at the threshold. "I trust you'll see to the lady?"

"I will," he said grimly. "But after the entertainment, I suggest you inform her aunt she decided to retire."

Hearing the door close, Arabella moved her head slightly. "Is he gone?" Her voice was m.u.f.fled against his chest. Her fingers were still wound around the edge of his waistcoat.

Justin nodded. He was so furious he could barely see straight. Arabella, however, glanced up and saw only the fierce clench of his jaw.

"Why do you look like that? It wasn't my fault. He - he tried to kiss me!"

Justin's eyes darkened. He didn't blame her. He'd underestimated McElroy. He'd never dreamed the man would have the nerve to approach Arabella here in the house. He'd seated himself in the last row of chairs to await Arabella's return. Julianna had just begun to sing when it came to his attention that McElroy was absent as well. Sebastian had seen him leap up and followed. Then there was the frantic fear when he'd first glimpsed her face*

Arabella tried to wrench away. He didn't let her. His arms closed around her, a gentle imprisonment. "I don't blame you, Arabella. I don't," he stressed, holding her tight, stroking the curve of her spine until he felt some of the tension leave her.

Curling his fingers beneath her chin, he brought her eyes to his, slowly searching her face. With his thumb, he brushed the curve of her cheek. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, the timbre of his voice very low.

She drew a deep, quavering breath, then shook her head. "He didn't have a chance," she admitted. "I bit him, and then*" She colored.

Justin noted with relief that the cloudiness was fading from her beautiful blue eyes. At her words, one corner of his mouth turned up. He pictured McElroy's pose as they burst inside. Maybe the wretch would think twice before pressing his unwanted attentions on another female.

"I must say," he murmured dryly. "I begin to see why you're known as The

Unattainable."

She flared. "Oh!" she cried. "You are insufferable. Is there nothing you take seriously?"

"Hush, Arabella. Hush. You were very brave." She tipped her head and stared at himrather oddly, and it was then he realized he was almost crooning.After a moment he felt her push away. He loosened his grip and let his arms fall to his sides.

She glanced around. "What is this room?"

"My fa -" He caught himself just in time. "Sebastian's study," he finished. A band of tightness crept around his chest, until he thought he would choke. It was just outside this room, mere steps away that -

Abruptly he squeezed the thought shut. He would not go there. He would not. It was bad enough that hemust endure being at the Hall without dredging up all the anger and hurt. G.o.d had delivered hispunishment by relegating him to his own brand of h.e.l.l. Twelve years of guilt was not enough, it seemed.

Only a lifetime would do.

Moonlight cascaded through tall mullioned windows. The draperies had not been closed. Arabella moved to stand near one. Justin lit several candles, then turned to her.

"Arabella," he said.

She pivoted, one hand idly caressing the heavy crimson fabric.

"There's something you should know," he said grimly. "There's a

reason McElroy did what he did tonight."

Her eyes flashed. "Yes, I know. He's obviously a scoundrel."

"It's more than that."

"How could it possibly be more -" She halted when she saw him shaking his head.

"The night of the Farthingale ball. Five men made a wager at White's that night, a wager

concerning you. McElroy was one of those men."

Her eyes didn't waver from his face, but her expression had gone wary. "What kind of wager?"

His gaze bored into hers. "Do you remember what I told you that night at the Barrington gala?

About your beaux?"

"Fitzroy was there. And Brentwood and Drummond," she said slowly. Justin was aware of the precise moment comprehension set in. "You said*not to trust them, any of them." She flushed. "For they were only after my*" She flushed, unable to

go on.

"Your virtue," he finished quietly. "The wager, Arabella, was three thousand pounds to the man who claimed The Unattainable's maidenhead."

Her eyes were huge, her skin pale. "Are you saying*"

"Yes," he cut in abruptly.

A mantle of silence hung in the air, and then her eyes found his. "That's only four,"

she said faintly. "What about the fifth man, Justin? Is that why you came to the Farthingale ball that night? To see the prize? To see The Unattainable?" She was standing behind a chair. She gripped the back so tightly her knuckles showed white. Her voice had gone utterly cold. "Was it you?"

A muscle tightened in his jaw. Something dark and bitterly ominous crept over him. Yes*No. Oh, Christ. He couldn't tell her about the other bet - that careless, foolish wager with Gideon. G.o.d, but he was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He couldn't! He was drawn to her in a way he'd never dreamed possible. How d.a.m.ned ironic, the sinner and the saint, he thought blackly. It was selfish, but so be it. She would hate him even more and he couldn't bear the thought.

She was right. He had no scruples. For even now it was himself he sought to protect.

"No," he heard himself say. "It was William Hardaway."

"Hardaway. Yes, of course. He called on me twice this week."

He saw her chin come up, and then she turned her back on him.

His eyes narrowed. "Arabella?"

"Yes?" She sounded perfectly normal. Admittedly, she was bucking up rather well,

particularly in light of McElroy's a.s.sault.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"What do you expect me to say?"

She pivoted to face him. The way her hands locked before her gave her away. Yet when she spoke, she

sounded utterly calm. "It seems I must thank you for guarding my virtue. After all, it is worth a good deal of money, isn't it? Granted, you're the last man in the world I'd have expected to do so, considering our feelings for each other. Though perhaps it's some grand joke to you."

Justin sucked in an impatient breath. Did she truly think so little of him? "I only told you so you

would be careful. It was certainly nor my intention to wound you."

"Of course not." Her tone was one of the utmost formality. She crossed to a side table where a decanter and two gla.s.ses sat on a silver tray, paused, then glanced at him.

"May I?" she inquired.

A dark brow climbed high. "By all means."

Her hand hovered over the gla.s.ses. "Will you join me?"

He declined. "Whisky is not my drink, I fear. It's a little too potent. My tastes run to

brandy instead."

He thought she might heed his warning. She did not. Instead, she tipped the neck of the decanter into the gla.s.s. A considerable amount splashed inside. As daintily as if she were about to indulge in a spot of tea, she raised it to her lips.

The gla.s.s tipped. The liquid went down in one gulp. She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth.

Her eyes watered, but to her credit, she neither coughed nor sputtered nor choked. To be sure, it was expensive stuff. Sebastian favored only the best.