Bewitching the Viscount (Regency Romance) (Regency Lords Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

her.
    “Speak of the devil,” Rose said softly. “Here comes the Viscount now.”
    Sure enough, Lord Wiltshire was approaching the three girls with Sir Baxter at his side. The two men were engaged in polite conversation as they walked.
    “These are my daughters, Miss Rose Baxter and Miss Abigail Baxter.” Sir James said, introducing them. Both girls curtsied.
    “A pleasure to meet you, Your Lordship,” Abigail whispered, staring fixedly at her shoes.
    “No, the pleasure is mine,” he replied, grazing her gloved hand with his lips. “I would be honoured if you would have the next dance with me.”
    As Abigail tried to force her mouth open to decline his offer, she found her head bobbing up and down. Her heart was beating erratically with inexplicable joy, as he led her on to the dance-floor.

CHAPTER 7
     
    Nathaniel could not believe his good fortune when he laid his eyes on Abigail Baxter. He had come to the Thursday night ball in Bath in pursuit of the Marchioness. Though grand, the Upper Assembly Rooms were not a common place someone of his peerage would frequent. Under normal circumstances, he would have avoided a place that only required 1 guinea as an entrance fee. The venue was not fashionable enough for the Beau Monde . The wealthier members of society preferred evening amusements solely in the elegant splendour of private parties in Bath. He himself had thrown many such parties.
    This was also why it made a perfect meeting place. No-one would notice the rendezvous with Lady Dudley. Especially not after 9pm, when the ballroom filled up, and hundreds of people were milling about.
    He had attended two such balls already. This was his last one. The Marchioness had an excuse for why she hadn’t turned up the two previous times. An excuse she could not put in writing. Her last message had pleaded with him to come meet her one last time. As things stood, his attendance had started to be noticed. Any further lingering in the Upper Assembly Rooms and whatever rendezvous they set would no longer be discreet.
    He was overcome with relief mingled with fear, when he realised his mysterious wood-nymph was a gentleman’s daughter and within his reach. So not a fat farmer’s wife then .
    He could have approached her hours ago. Truth be told he wanted to. But he resisted the pull of her deep blue eyes for as long as he could. But watching her swirling around the floor with man after man, had put him in the foulest of moods. As she laughed away whatever sweet compliments her last companion had provided, he decided to approach her father. Now finally she was in his arms.
    He had seduced many women, with only a smile or an eloquent dialogue, but faced with Miss Baxter, he found himself tongue-tied. Pull yourself together , he admonished himself. The quicker he established she was an empty-headed country girl, the quicker he would be over his infatuation with her. He cleared his throat.
    “How happy to finally make your acquaintance Miss Baxter,” he said, swirling her with expertise across the ballroom.
    “You remind me of a wood nymph I met once in Gloucestershire.”
    “A wood nymph? Surely a man of your stature does not believe in imaginary being?” Abigail replied, trying to avoid inhaling the fresh seductive scent of the Viscount. It reminded her of the fresh pine trees of the woodlands.
    “Only if those being are as enchanting as yourself,” Nathaniel whispered, briefly leaning in. She was awash with another whiff of his delicious scent. Oh my .
    “I am sure there are more enchanting ladies here tonight my lord,” she managed to stutter. I sound deranged!
    “But none as beguiling,” he retorted, his voice as smooth as silk. Somehow despite her long white gloves, she could feel the heat as he caressed her writs. Abigail swallowed hard. She was unaccustomed to such feelings, but she knew she dare not look the Viscount in the eyes, least he read her mind.
    “No longer running around in the woods I see,”