Never Trust a Rebel(13)

‘You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Salforde.’

The wine had made her reckless and she opened her eyes wide at him.

‘Will you not call me Elyse? I intend to call you Drew in—’

Her words were cut off. He dragged her into his arms and covered her mouth with his own. She had been expecting a tender embrace, a soft touching of the lips. Instead she found herself forcibly imprisoned against his rock-hard body. Her lips had parted in shock and now she found that his tongue was flickering and teasing, stirring up such sensations deep within her body that she thought she might swoon with the pleasure of it. She closed her eyes, senses reeling out of control. Her very bones had turned to water and she could only clutch at his coat as the hot blood pounded around her body. It seemed to be pooling deep between her thighs, where a hot, longing ache was growing. It was the most shocking, disturbing, exciting and exhilarating assault she had ever experienced.

The end came very suddenly. He released her and she staggered back, drawing her breath in ragged gasps and trying to calm the tumultuous pounding of her heart. When she raised her eyes to his face she realised with a shock that he was watching her, but not pleasantly. His eyes were like cold blue flames, burning into her as they roved over her body. His glance stripped her naked.

‘Well, Elyse? You wanted me to kiss you. I hope it lived up to your expectations.’

Her face flamed. The surge of exhilaration she had felt was subsumed in shame. He had humiliated her. She put a hand up to her lips. They felt bruised and swollen. When she would have retreated his hand shot out and hooked around the back of her neck, drawing her closer. Her limbs would not work, she was transfixed and could not look away from his predatory gaze.

‘No!’ Her protest was no more than a whisper, for she was still unable to control her breathing. In response he bared his teeth in a humourless smile.

‘Never trust a rake, my dear.’

He drew her to him for another bruising kiss and this time when he released her she did not hesitate. She threw herself at the door, scrabbled with the handle and fled to her bedchamber, his savage laughter echoing after her along the dim corridor.



Drew watched her fly along the passage and disappear into her bedroom, then he carefully closed the door and dropped back into his chair. Hopefully he had taught her a lesson she would never forget. He picked up the decanter and was surprised to see that his hand was shaking as he poured his wine. The encounter had cost him something, too, and it had taken all his iron will to break off that red-hot kiss. He had been unprepared for the urgent potency of the desire that had slammed through him when their lips met. By heaven she roused him!

But she was Harry’s daughter and he had given his word to protect her. He put his head back and gazed at the ceiling, letting his breath go in a long sigh. The problem was that she was too innocent to realise the danger. All her flirtations so far had been undertaken under the watchful eye of her aunt and for all Mrs Matthews’s seemingly easy nature she knew how to protect her own. If Elyse had tried such hoydenish tricks on any other man tonight then he doubted she would have escaped with her virtue intact.

Drew finished the wine and refilled his glass. Thank heaven they would be in London tomorrow and he could hand her over to her fiancé’s family. There was only so much temptation human flesh could stand.



Elyse asked the maid to bring her breakfast in her room the following morning. Since she wanted only a cup of coffee and some bread and butter this was easily accommodated and she did not go downstairs until Drew sent word to say he was ready to depart. She hurried outside to find him waiting by the carriage. He was carrying a riding whip, an accessory that caused her to frown until she noticed the bay hack behind the chaise.

‘You are riding?’

‘I am.’

For a moment Elyse felt ludicrously disappointed and bereft, but then common sense reasserted itself. She was much better off travelling alone than shut up with in the chaise with him, where he might, if he so wished, berate her for her forwardness last night. Or—even worse—try to repeat his even more disgraceful behaviour.

She knew she had brought it on herself, but she had expected Drew to bestow a chaste kiss upon her, not sweep her into that passionate embrace. Why, he was every bit as bad as Mr Scorton. But here she found her conscience would not agree. Being kissed by Mr Scorton had been a thoroughly unpleasant experience, whereas when Drew had pulled her into his arms it had not been unpleasant at all. Shocking, yes, heart-stopping, definitely, but not unpleasant. And not frightening, either, save for her alarm at her own reactions.

She could not forget his cruel laughter as she ran away, and knowing that she was to blame had only heightened her distress and caused the hot angry tears to soak her pillow for most of the night. She settled back into the corner and closed her eyes. What was done was done, she must live with her embarrassment. It would fade, given time, but she did not think she would ever quite forget it.



London. Elyse gazed out of the window at the long, elegant terraces that lined the cobbled streets. She had not enjoyed this last stretch of the journey, her spirits weighed down by the events of the previous evening, but now the novelty of being in the capital distracted her from her melancholy thoughts. She would soon be reunited with William, and she would never again have to see the horrid man who was even now riding beside her carriage.

At last, after travelling for what seemed like hours through increasingly busy streets the carriage pulled up in front of an elegant town house in Grosvenor Square. Elyse felt suddenly very nervous and when Drew handed her down she clung to his fingers, fear of the unknown outweighing her memories of last evening’s explosive confrontation.

The door was opened to them by a very superior butler and they were shown into a cold but elegant reception room. Elyse was tempted to turn and flee but the sounds of the servants bringing her baggage into the hallway reminded her that it was too late for second thoughts. She and Drew were alone in the room and she struggled to fill the uneasy silence.

‘I suppose this is where we say goodbye, Mr Bastion—’

‘Not quite. I remain your guardian until Michaelmas and there will be legal matters to attend to, regarding your forthcoming marriage.’

‘Oh, yes, of course.’ She swallowed. ‘About last night—I owe you an apology. I am very sorry for the way I behaved.’

‘I am glad to hear it. I hope you have learned your lesson and in future will behave with much more circumspection.’



Drew felt a twinge of pity as she bowed her head, meekly accepting his strictures. He had treated her abominably, but he hoped the experience might protect her in the future. Footsteps could be heard crossing the hall and Elyse raised her head. A stab of something he could not identify cut through him when he saw the hopeful look on her face. She was expecting to see William Reverson, but it did not take her hastily concealed disappointment to tell Drew that the fellow who came into the room was not her fiancé. He was a thin, soberly dressed individual and Drew guessed he was not a day under forty. The man made them a low bow.

‘Good evening, sir, madam. I am Settle, the viscount’s secretary. His lordship sends his apologies for not being here in person to greet you, Miss Salforde, but he and the family have been called away.’

Drew glanced around the cold, lifeless room and his brows snapped together.

‘Do you mean they are no longer in London?’ he demanded. ‘But I have the viscount’s letter saying he would be here.’

‘A sudden bout of illness made it necessary for Lord Whittlewood to go to Bath without delay, sir, to take the waters.’ Settle gave another small bow. ‘He has instructed me to escort Miss Salforde there.’

‘The devil he has!’ exclaimed Drew.

‘Oh.’ Elyse sank down on to a chair, looking bewildered. ‘And has Mr Reverson gone with him?’

‘All the family are removed to Bath, miss.’ Settle turned his attention to Drew. ‘Our lawyers are expecting you tomorrow morning, Mr Bastion. All the necessary papers have been drawn up and are waiting at their offices for you to sign in the morning. His lordship will assume responsibility for Miss Salforde from here.’ He crossed the room and tugged at the bell-pull. ‘A room had been prepared for you, miss, and dinner will be brought up to you—’

‘One moment.’ Drew put up his hand. Warning bells clamoured loudly in his head. Something wasn’t right. ‘So you are taking Miss Salforde to Bath.’

‘That is correct, sir. We set out in the morning. I shall assign the second housemaid to accompany us, since I have ascertained that Miss Salforde has not brought her maid with her.’

His look and tone indicated severe disapproval at this lack of a personal maid, but Drew ignored it.

‘I think I would prefer to take Miss Salforde there myself.’ If truth be told he would prefer not to go within a hundred miles of the place, but he had promised Harry.

‘There is no need for you to trouble yourself, sir. Lord Whittlewood is anxious that you are not inconvenienced any further in this matter. Miss Salforde will be perfectly safe in my care.’

‘Nevertheless I mean to accompany her. I shall come with you.’