Courtship Wars: To Pleasure A Lady Part 4

"Truthfully? I'm not yet certain. I expect I'll move up my visit to Danvers Hall to Monday."

"I would say you underestimated your dilemma in marrying her off to some unwitting dupe."

Marcus laughed inwardly. "No doubt." The task of arranging her a proper match would be harder than he'd imagined. And whoever attempted to court her would have his work cut out for him. "It may be impossible to find a husband for her."

"I'm not so certain," Heath countered. "I imagine any number of men would find her spirit appealing. If she shows half that pa.s.sion in bed, she would make some man a magnificent mistress."

Marcus shot his friend a scowl. "Mind your tongue, man. That's my ward you're speaking of."

Heath returned a rueful grin. "True, you can't seduce your own ward. A shame she's so well-born.

Wouldn't be honorable. Forbidden fruit and all that."

Forbidden, true, Marcus acknowledged regretfully. His current connection to the Loring sisters was purely a legal one, and they were all of an age that they didn't require a guardian to supervise their every action, yet he was still responsible for their welfare.

Even so, he couldn't deny that taking Arabella for his mistress held a definite appeal. He was between mistresses at the moment, since nothing seemed to satisfy him lately. Slaking his carnal needs in a lush, perfumed body had held little allure recently-until now.

An image of a willing Arabella in his bed ignited another surge of desire in his loins. The thought of having all that fire beneath him, surrounding him, made Marcus s.h.i.+ft uncomfortably in his seat.

Heath added in a provoking tone, "As I said, you could always offer for her yourself. It would be entertaining to watch you try to conquer her."

Drew's mouth twisted with a mocking smile. "You might find it refres.h.i.+ng, having to chase a woman for a change."

Marcus sent his friends a look of annoyance. "Have a care, my fine fellows. If you keep ragging me about matrimony, I'll find a way to make you marry my wards."

"I can understand," Drew replied, unintimidated, "why the Loring sisters would object to your guardians.h.i.+p. Women like the illusion of pulling all the strings, making men dance to their bidding. Not being treated as an unpleasant duty, as you seem to consider your wards."

"I wouldn't find the duty unpleasant at all," Heath mused. "I could enjoy a dispute with the likes of Miss Arabella. What about it, Marcus? You've been complaining for some time about boredom. A battle with her will surely add spice to your life." Heath paused, surveying Marcus over the rim of his mug. "And judging from that glint in your eye, you think so, too."

Marcus nodded. Battling Arabella Loring would be a cure for his ennui, no question. "Doubtless it will prove interesting. I'll find out when I travel to Danvers Hall next week to settle the issue of their marriages."

He didn't know just yet precisely how he would deal with Arabella. But he was keenly looking forward to their next confrontation.

The trouble with bearding a lion in his den, Arabella thought as she climbed into her patroness's plush traveling chaise, was that one risked being eaten. Perhaps she had escaped becoming a tasty meal for Marcus Pierce, the new Earl of Danvers, but her pride had certainly suffered.

As the coachmen whipped up the team to return to Chiswick, Arabella sank back against the velvet squabs and waited for her wits to stop whirling. Lord Danvers had made her so addled for a moment that she'd actually forgotten her purpose in coming.

She'd traveled to London this morning, determined to use logic and charm to make him see reason and convince him to relinquish his unwanted guardians.h.i.+p. But he had completely taken her off guard when *

she'd interrupted his fencing practice.

It was deplorable, the way her pulse had quickened at her first sight of him. He was tall and athletically built, with thick ebony hair, midnight blue eyes, and the square, chiseled features of a Greek G.o.d. But no marble statue had ever made her want to touch it or sparked such brazen images in her mind as he had kindled.

Arabella winced, remembering how his open s.h.i.+rt had exposed part of his muscular chest and the dark hair curling invitingly in the gap. The earl's state of undress, combined with the gleam of amus.e.m.e.nt in his shrewd blue eyes, had totally disconcerted her. And then she had allowed him to provoke her into losing her temper.

She couldn't imagine what had prompted her to threaten him like that when she had meant to sweetly persuade. It clearly had been a mistake to challenge him, since a man of his ilk obviously relished challenges.

Lord Danvers had shockingly turned the tables on her, rendering her breathless by nearly kissing her.

What was worse, she had wanted him to do it! She'd made an ignominious but judicious retreat without attaining her goal, not trusting herself to remain any longer.

The encounter had left her unsettled inside and supremely vexed with herself, not only by her failure but by her foolish attraction to him.

"Silly widgeon," Arabella muttered to herself. "You not only let him get the upper hand, you acted like any other witless female, attracted to a handsome n.o.bleman."

His lords.h.i.+p's superior smugness was just what she had expected. He was a provoking devil, arrogant and highhanded, thinking he knew what was best for them. Yet she couldn't deny his impact was potent.

She had felt the fire between them during those few brief moments when they'd been locked together in a battle of wills.

With a sigh of disgust, Arabella turned her head to gaze out the carriage window at the pa.s.sing countryside.

She should have been better prepared for him. Her good friend f.a.n.n.y Irwin-whom she had known since childhood and who currently was London's most famous courtesan-had warned her about Marcus Pierce. About his striking looks, his roguish charm, his keen intelligence. As one of the country's most eligible aristocrats, he had enchanted half of England's female population-and bedded a good number of them.

Most women found his sort of rakish charm appealing. But then most women had not had to suffer a libertine father their whole lives long, as Arabella had.

Her new guardian was too blasted handsome for his own good. The thought made Arabella press her lips together in self-reproach. Her mother had sacrificed everything for a handsome face...including her own daughters. The wrenching pain of Mama's abandonment still cut like a knife, even after four years.

When Victoria Loring had absconded with her lover, her daughters were left to deal with the resultant humiliation and disgrace. Then to exacerbate matters further, their father, Sir Charles Loring, had gambled away the last of his fortune two weeks later and was killed in a duel over one of his mistresses.

Beyond the emotional devastation of losing both their parents and their family home in one fell blow, the Loring sisters had paid dearly for the scandals in other ways. Arabella had lost her betrothed because of it. Her three-month engagement to a viscount-a man she had sincerely loved-had been quickly terminated, since he wasn't brave enough to defy the vicious censure of the Beau Monde for her sake.

His professions of love had proved as ephemeral as cloud wisps, leaving Arabella feeling as if her heart had been broken, just as the poets maintained.

Roslyn, the real beauty of the family, had been denied any sort of respectable future. When her Season ended so abruptly, so did her chance for any suitable marriage proposals. Even more mortifying, she'd been offered carte blanche by three different rakes, infamous propositions that never would have occurred had their step-uncle been a better guardian.

Lilian had had no chance to make a respectable match, either, although she claimed not to mind.

Damming up her feelings of anguish and grief, the youngest Loring sister had run a little wild, rebelling against society's strictures and the haughty arbiters of the ton who had repudiated her and her siblings.

Lily had become something of a h.e.l.lion, much to Arabella's chagrin. She couldn't help but feel guilty for failing to protect her sisters, since she was the eldest. She'd only been nineteen when their mother abandoned them, but she still felt responsible. Particularly since their step-uncle was such a curmudgeon who cared so little for their welfare.

The seventh Lord Danvers, Lionel Doddridge, had taken them in grudgingly when their family home in Hamps.h.i.+re had been sold to pay their late father's debts, treating them as burdens and objects of charity.

"You'll keep out of my way," he'd warned the moment they arrived on his doorstep. "And you'll behave yourselves, if you know what's good for you. Your mother made herself a byword for scandal, and I won't have you disgracing me as she did."

"You needn't worry, Uncle Lionel," Arabella had responded tightly, speaking for them all. "We have no intention of behaving like our mother."

"Don't call me Uncle! I am no blood relation to you. Victoria was only my stepsister-the result of my father's deplorable second marriage-and Loring had no right to enc.u.mber me with the three of you in his will, particularly since he left me nothing to pay for your upkeep. But I am stuck with you, since no respectable gentleman will marry you now."

His declaration had roused a burning anger in Arabella, along with a fierce desire to establish their independence from their step-uncle. But since they were virtually penniless, they had resolved to earn their own livings by putting their patrician upbringing and education to good use.

With the indispensable support of a wealthy patroness, along with the help of her sisters and two genteel friends, Arabella had started an academy to teach the unrefined daughters of rich merchants how to be proper ladies so they could compete in the glittering world of the ton.

Finally, after more than three years of hard work, the school had become a highly successful enterprise, allowing them complete financial independence. Then, dismayingly, their step-uncle died and they were saddled with a new guardian, who had immediately declared his intention of finding husbands for them.

It was frustrating in the extreme, not to mention worrisome. The new Lord Danvers possibly had the legal authority to compel them to stop teaching if he arbitrarily chose. And any husbands he found for them would almost certainly disapprove of their uncommon endeavors.

Moreover, Arabella cringed at the mere thought of subjecting herself to another courts.h.i.+p. She had absolutely no intention of leaving herself vulnerable to the heartache she'd endured four years ago.

Her sisters had entirely different ideas for their futures as well, which did not include surrendering their hard-won independence to unwanted husbands. Roslyn was determined to marry only for love, while Lily had sworn off matrimony and men entirely.

"Thank heavens for Winifred," Arabella murmured sincerely.

Their patroness, Winifred, Lady Freemantle, had come from the working cla.s.ses herself before marrying into the gentry. The middle-aged widow had been an unfailing source of support, not only for the academy but for the sisters' personal lives, including offering her chaise and team for Arabella's journey so she wouldn't have to use her step-uncle's dilapidated barouche.

It was early afternoon by the time the chaise reached the village of Chiswick. Like Richmond farther west, Chiswick had become a fas.h.i.+onable place of residence for the aristocracy during the past century because of the desirable proximity to London.

The carriage pa.s.sed numerous riverside mansions and villas before turning into the graveled drive of Danvers Hall. The beautiful, stately manor of mellow red brick stood on the tree-lined banks of the River Thames. The setting was lush and green, but the overgrown lawns and landscape resembled more of a jungle. The interior appointments and furnis.h.i.+ngs of the house, too, were shabby and worn, while the artwork and silver had long ago been sold to pay estate bills.

All but a handful of servants had been let go as well. The remaining staff was led by a butler and housekeeper, an elderly couple who were devoted to the place after having lived there for more than thirty years. They had welcomed the Loring sisters warmly four years ago, even if their step-uncle had not.

When the coach came to a halt before the house, Arabella's sisters came out to greet her.

Roslyn was tall and slender, with pale golden hair, sky blue eyes, and an exquisite beauty that gave her the delicacy of gilded crystal-a laughably false impression, since she was the most clever and studious of them all, as well as the most charming. Roslyn would have been far happier had she been born male, so she could have pursued a scientific career. Instead, her sharp intellect was wasted on teaching etiquette and deportment to raw schoolgirls.

Manners and deportment were certainly not Lily's forte. The youngest Loring sister was a lively hoyden, far more at home coaching the academy's pupils in sporting activities and physical skills such as riding and driving and archery. Curiously, Lily had a bold, vivid coloring. Her sparkling dark eyes and rich, dark chestnut tresses made her seem a changeling in her fair-haired family, while her pa.s.sionate high spirits regularly led her into trouble.

Usually her eyes were warm and laughing, but now they only looked worried.

"Well, what did he say, Belle?" Lily asked as soon as Arabella stepped down, despite the fact that the coachman and groom could overhear their conversation.

"I will tell you when we have some privacy," Arabella replied, even though she understood Lily's impatience.

When her youngest sister wrinkled her nose in exasperation, Arabella met her middle sister's smiling eyes.

"You must know," Roslyn explained, "how difficult it has been, waiting for you all day, picturing your interview with Lord Danvers."

"You never could have imagined what actually happened," Arabella murmured inaudibly.

"You should have allowed us to come with you," Lily said as they made their way up the steps and through the front door. "We could have supported you against the vexatious earl."

"Perhaps I should have," Arabella agreed with a rueful laugh, before surrendering her gloves and bonnet and pelisse to Simpkin, their venerable butler.

Her sisters managed to contain their impatience until they repaired to a small parlor at the rear of the first floor, the only room that had a fire burning in the grate to ward off the spring dampness, which continued their late step-uncle's frugal ways.

"I am sorry to say that I failed miserably this morning," Arabella confessed, not disclosing that she had tried to make her case at the point of a rapier. "I did not handle Lord Danvers at all well-but even so, he was entirely unreasonable."

"He won't withdraw his offer to provide us with dowries?" Roslyn asked in consternation.

Arabella gave a dark smile. "No. In fact, he boasted that we would soon have suitors swarming all over us."

Roslyn pressed her lips together in ladylike annoyance, while Lily gritted her teeth. "So what shall we do to foil him?" she wanted to know.

The new earl's plan to find them husbands had alarmed Lily most of all. Not only was she perfectly happy with the unusual freedom she enjoyed in her current life, she relished working at the academy. And now Lord Danvers was threatening to spoil it all by attempting to make them marry.

The three of them had already discussed possible options in the event Arabella failed to change his mind this morning. There now seemed to be but one way to foil the earl's intentions, and even that would only be a temporary solution.

"I think," Arabella said slowly, "that you will both have to disappear from Danvers Hall for a time. If he can't find you, then he can't coerce you into accepting any suitors he foists upon us."

Lilian looked unhappy. "I still think we should stay and make a stand against him. He needs to accept that he won't be able to coerce us to marry under any circ.u.mstances."

"I don't like leaving you to confront him alone, Arabella," Roslyn added.

"I will be all right," she replied, trying to sound confident. "And I would feel more rea.s.sured if you were out of harm's way."

Roslyn finally nodded with reluctance. "How long will we have to remain in hiding?"

"Until Lord Danvers can be made to see reason."

"You shouldn't have to fight our battles all by yourself, Belle," Lily insisted.

Arabella smiled. "I know, but I think it best in this instance. You can go and live with Tess for a few days. He won't think to look for you at her house." Tess Blanchard was their dearest friend and a teacher at the Freemantle Academy for Young Ladies, which had been named after their patroness.

"Winifred would undoubtedly take us in," Roslyn suggested.

"Yes, but Lord Danvers is likely to look for you there, since I told him about her ladys.h.i.+p's sponsors.h.i.+p."

When Lily still looked troubled, Arabella gave her an imploring smile. "Lily, promise me that you will go along with my plan for the time being."

"Oh, very well." She threw her arms around Arabella's neck in a brief hug. "But I don't like it in the least. I would rather remain here with you and challenge the vexations earl."

Arabella ignored that comment, for she had learned the hard way that it was unwise to challenge the new Lord Danvers. "I think you should stay with Tess tonight. Lord Danvers will likely call on us soon, and I don't want you to be here when he does."

"How will you deal with him?" Roslyn asked.

"I'm not yet certain," Arabella murmured. As their guardian, he had the right to arrange convenient marriages for her and her sisters, yet she would somehow have to make him abandon his plan. "He is living under the illusion that he can dictate to us, but I will have to show him the error of his thinking."

All her good intentions, however, suffered a serious setback four days later when she spied Lord Danvers riding across a gra.s.sy meadow toward her.

"Blast and hang him," Arabella muttered under her breath, abruptly drawing rein. She should have known his lords.h.i.+p wouldn't be happy to cool his heels waiting for her. She had purposely stayed away from home at the appointed hour for the interview he'd requested, determined to make his guardians.h.i.+p as inconvenient as possible. She hadn't expected him to come after her; obviously she had underestimated his persistence.

Her gloved hands clenching on the reins, Arabella hesitated for the barest instant. It was not like her to turn tail and run, yet she didn't trust herself alone with Lord Danvers. It was one thing to meet him when servants were within calling distance; it was quite another to face him alone in a secluded meadow. She had no desire to confront the earl if he was bent on revenge for threatening him at sword point during their first encounter, or for defying his express orders this afternoon.

The lamentable truth was that the handsome devil unnerved her with his lithe, broad-shouldered form, his piercing blue eyes, and his knowing smile. She wasn't certain she could hold her own with him just now.

Or perhaps she had simply turned craven.