The Paid Companion (39 page)

“I cannot do that. I know him very well. He will be concerned for my reputation. If he learns of my plan, he will likely put his foot down and refuse to allow it.”

Margaret stiffened. “Arthur may blame Bennett for placing the wager for you and your friends.”

Elenora frowned. She had not thought about that possibility. “I would not want to create a rift between you and St. Merryn, sir, since you are soon to marry into the family.”

“Do not bother yourself on that account, Miss Lodge,” Bennett said gallantly. “It is not St. Merryn’s temper I fear. It is that you may have misjudged his feelings toward you.”

“Bennett is right,” Margaret said quickly. “Arthur is very fond of you, Elenora. I am certain of it. I realize that he may not have let you know his feelings, but that is because he is not accustomed to revealing his emotions.”

“I do not doubt but that he feels some affection for me,” Elenora said, choosing her words carefully. “But our relationship is, in truth, that of employer and employee, not that of an engaged couple.”

“Your association may have started out that way, but I feel that it has changed,” Margaret insisted.

It certainly had altered, Elenora thought, but she did not intend to confide all of the details to Margaret or anyone else.

“The nature of my personal connection to Arthur has not changed in any significant way,” she said carefully.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Margaret was starting to look stubborn. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Arthur is considering an offer of marriage.”

It required every ounce of self control Elenora possessed not to burst into tears. Somehow she managed to keep her voice steady. “I do not want Arthur to feel that he has an obligation to propose marriage to me merely because of recent events. Is that quite clear?”

Margaret and Bennett exchanged glances.

“I understand,” Margaret said, “but-”

“It would be extremely unfair if he were made to feel that he was honor-bound to offer marriage,” Elenora said evenly. “You know how he is when it comes to his sense of responsibility.”

Margaret exchanged another look with Bennett, who grimaced in response.

“Everyone knows that Arthur’s sense of duty tends to be somewhat excessive on occasion,” Margaret admitted.

“Precisely,” Elenora said.

“You may be right about St. Merryn’s attitude toward his responsibilities, Miss Lodge,” Bennett said. “But in this case, I fear there is good reason why he will consider that an offer of marriage is the only honorable thing he can do.”

Elenora lifted her chin. She tried not to clench her hands. “I will not have it.”

Bennett sighed. “No offense, but after having posed as St. Merryn’s fiancée and having been perceived to be on rather
intimate’t
erms with him, you will never be able to show your face in Polite Circles again unless you and he are wed.”

“Bennett is correct,” Margaret assured her.

“My future in Society is not a problem,” Elenora said. “I have none. That was understood from the start of this affair. Indeed, Arthur and I discussed the matter thoroughly before we agreed to the arrangement.”

“But Elenora, you were very nearly killed because of this post,” Margaret said. “Arthur never intended that you be put into danger.”

“Of course he didn’t.” Elenora straightened her shoulders. “And it is precisely because of the fact that I
was
placed in danger that I fear he may feel obliged to go beyond the original terms of our agreement and offer marriage. I refuse to allow him to be placed under such a ridiculous sense of obligation.”

“I comprehend your meaning, Miss Lodge,” Bennett said gently. “Nevertheless, don’t you think it would be best if you talked to him about your scheme first?”

“No,” Elenora said firmly. “Can I depend upon you to handle this matter for me, sir?”

Bennett heaved another sigh. “I will do my best to assist you, Miss Lodge.”

***

At four o’clock that afternoon, Arthur came down the steps in front of his club, walked past the long line of waiting carriages, and stopped in front of the door of a handsome maroon equipage.

“I got your message, Fleming,” he said through the open window. “What the devil is this all about?” Then he noticed Margaret sitting next to Bennett. “Are you two on your way to the park?”

“No,” Margaret said. Her expression was one of grim resolve. “We came here to discuss a matter of the utmost importance with you.”

“Quite right.” Bennett thrust open the door. “Will you join us, sir?”

Something was certainly amiss, Arthur thought, resigned. He’d had plans for the afternoon; plans that included Elenora. But Bennett and Margaret were obviously extremely agitated. Best to find out what was wrong now rather than later. In his experience, problems were usually easiest to manage in the early stages.

Resigned to the delay, he vaulted up into the carriage and sat down on the empty seat. “Very well, what seems to be the trouble here?”

“It is Elenora,” Margaret said bluntly. “She is packing as we speak. I fear she plans to be gone by the time you arrive home this afternoon.”

Arthur felt his innards turn to ice. Elenora leaving? He had a sudden bleak vision of the big house in Rain Street devoid of her vital presence. All the gloomy shadows that had magically disappeared in the past few days would return the moment she walked out the door.

“Elenora and I have a business arrangement,” he said in what he hoped was a calm and controlled tone. “She will not leave until certain matters are settled.”

“She mentioned that the business of her wages and a certain bonus could be handled through your man-of-affairs,” Margaret said.

Damnation, he thought, going colder. Elenora wasn’t just terminating their business arrangement, she was running away from him.

***

Elenora put the last gown and a pair of slippers into the trunk and slowly lowered the top. She felt as though she was closing the lid of a coffin.

The wretched sense of loss that had been threatening to overwhelm her all afternoon grew stronger. She had to get out of here before she dissolved into a puddle of tears, she thought.

She heard the muffled clatter of a carriage stopping down in the street. The hackney that she had instructed Ned to summon had arrived. She heard the muted sound of the front hall door being opened. It closed again very quickly. Ned had no doubt gone outside to inform the driver that she would be down in a few minutes.

She turned slowly on her heel to take one last look around her bedchamber, telling herself that she did not want to forget any of her possessions. But her gaze went to the neatly made bed and lingered there.

All she could think about was the last night of passion with Arthur. She knew that she would carry those memories in her heart for the rest of her life.

She was vaguely aware of a man’s footsteps in the corridor outside the bedchamber. That would be Ned coming to collect her trunk and take it downstairs to the waiting hackney, she surmised.

Moisture shimmered in her eyes. She seized a handkerchief. She must not cry. Not yet, at any rate. The sight of her leaving in tears would greatly alarm Ned and Sally and the rest of the staff.

There was a single knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called, frantically dabbing at the incipient tears.

The door opened. She finished blotting her eyes and turned to face whoever stood there.

“Going somewhere?” Arthur asked quietly.

She could not seem to move. He loomed large in the opening, his hard face set in grim, unyielding lines, his eyes as dangerous as she had ever seen them. Her mouth went dry.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered.

“I live here, remember?”

She flushed. “You’re home early.”

“I was obliged to alter my schedule of appointments for today when I received word that you were planning to run away.”

She sighed. “Margaret and Bennett told you?”

“They informed me that you were packing your bags and preparing to depart with no notice.” He folded his arms. “And here I thought we had some matters to discuss.”

“I felt it might be best if we concluded our business through your man-of-affairs,” she said softly.

“My man-of-affairs is very competent in most respects, but I doubt that he has had a great deal of experience conveying an offer of marriage.”

Her mouth fell open. She got it closed again only with great effort. “Oh, dear.” She could no longer hold back the tears. Frantically she blotted her eyes. “Oh, dear, I was afraid of this.”

“It is clear that I am doing something very wrong when it comes to my personal affairs,” Arthur said in a world-weary tone. “My fiancées all seem to want to run away from me.”

“I beg your pardon?” She lowered her handkerchief and glared at him. “How dare you imply that I am running away from you? I am not a frightened rabbit like Juliana, and well you know it.”

“I am very much aware that you are not Juliana.” He walked deliberately into the bedchamber and closed the door behind him. He angled a glance at the closed trunk. “But you do appear to be about to run away from me.”

She sniffed, wadded up the handkerchief in one hand, folded her arms beneath her breasts and hugged herself. “You know that this is an entirely different situation.”

“Oddly enough, from my perspective it does not appear to be that much different.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, that is a perfectly ridiculous thing to say.”

“Is it?” He came to a halt a short distance away. “You once told me that you thought I would make a very good husband. Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it.” She unfolded her arm and waved the crumpled handkerchief about. “But for some other woman, one whom you truly loved.”

“You are the woman I love. Will you marry me?”

All of the oxygen seemed to have evaporated from the room. The world and time itself stopped.

“You love me?” she repeated. “Arthur, do you mean it?”

“Have you ever known me to say anything I did not mean?”

“Well, no, it is just that…” She narrowed her eyes. “Arthur, are you certain that you are not offering marriage because you feel you must?”

“If you will recall my history in such matters, my dear, you may remember that the last time I found myself trapped in an engagement that I wished to escape, I showed myself quite capable of getting out of the entanglement.”

“Oh. Yes. Yes, you did.” She frowned. “But this is not the same sort of thing at all. I do not want you to feel that you must marry me just because of what happened between us here.” She paused. “And downstairs in the library.”

“I shall let you in on a little secret.” He closed the remaining distance between them. “I made love to you on both occasions because I had already decided that I wanted to marry you.”

She was too stunned to summon up anything resembling a coherent response.

She swallowed. “Really?”

“I wanted you from that first moment when you came crashing through the doorway of the offices of Goodhew and Willis. I knew then that you were the woman I had been waiting for all of my life.”

,,You did?“

“My love, let me remind you that I am famous for my intuition when it comes to making investments. I took one look at you and I knew that you would be the best investment I could ever possibly make.”

She smiled tremulously. “Oh, Arthur, that is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Thank you. I was rather pleased with it, myself. I practiced it during the carriage ride here today.”

“But you know that a gentleman of your rank and wealth is expected to marry a young lady right out of the schoolroom. One with excellent social connections and a plump inheritance.”

“Allow me to remind you that I am considered to be something of an eccentric. Society will be dreadfully disappointed unless I wed a lady who is equally unusual.”

“I do not know what to say.”

He tipped up her chin with one hand. “You could tell me whether or not you think it might be possible for you to love me enough to want to marry me.”

The most delicious sense of joy unfurled within her. She moved her hands up around his neck. “I am so desperately in love with you that when I packed my trunk today in preparation for leaving, I thought my heart might break.”

“You’re certain?”

“Absolutely.” She touched her fingertips to his jaw. “And, as you know, sir, I am a woman of very decisive temperament.”

He laughed and scooped her up into his arms. “When it comes to that trait, we are well-matched indeed. No wonder you have swept me off my feet.”

She realized that he was carrying her toward the bed. “Good heavens, the servants, sir. Ned will be coming up here to fetch my trunk, and the hackney is waiting.”

“No one will disturb us.” He dropped her lightly on the bed and peeled off his coat. “I sent the hackney and the entire household away when I got home a few minutes ago. I made it clear that no one was to return for at least two hours.”

She smiled slowly. “Did you, indeed, sir? Were you that sure of yourself?”

“No, I was that desperate.” He sat down on the side of the bed and pried off his boots. “I knew that if I could not convince you to marry me using logic, my only remaining hope was to make love to you until you could no longer think clearly.”

“What a clever notion. That is one of the things that I love about you, Arthur. I have never met another man who manages to combine logic and passion with such amazing skill.”

He laughed again, the sound low and husky and warmed by happiness.

When he came to her a short time later, she opened her arms to him. He undressed her almost as swiftly as he had undressed himself, tossing her gown into a careless heap beside the bed.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her down onto his chest. She framed his face with her hands and kissed him with an urgency that made him groan. She could feel him pressed against her thigh, heavy and rigid with desire.

He slid one hand down her waist to her hip and traced the cleft that separated the swells of her buttocks. His fingers dipped lower, finding the place where she was already damp and aching with need.