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embarrass yourself further.”
    Two spots of color appeared on Miss Pelly’s cheeks, but she said nothing and merely turned away and headed for the door.
    At her approach, the butler stepped forward. “Dinner is served.”
    Miss Margaret patted Ian’s sleeve. “That wasn’t nice of you to bait my sister, my lord. Faith is already regarded as something of a bluestocking. If she dares to argue with the great Earl of Westbrook, who will ever consider marrying her?”
    “I consider Miss Pelly a woman of superior sense and understanding. I had no intention of baiting her. We were merely—”
    She flicked open her folded fan. “You drew attention to her, attention that will embarrass her.”
    “I wasn’t aware that she was discomfited, Miss Margaret. That seemed to stem entirely from her interaction with you. Don’t worry. I won’t let my opinion of your sister sway my opinion of you.”
    She looked at him, her expression almost comical. “You are suggesting I was protecting myself?”
    He drew out her chair and helped her sit down. “All I can repeat is that Miss Pelly has no reason to be embarrassed.”
    He bowed, and took the seat the footman showed him to, opposite the divine Margaret. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been quite so forthright in his defense of the hapless Miss Pelly, but she’d looked mortified. He hated seeing anyone bullied.
    Lord Pelly took his seat at the head of the table, and the footman brought around the soup, which was a dirty green color that clung to the contours of the porcelain bowl and congealed at the rim. The butler poured the wine, and that at least was excellent. Ian drank an entire glass of the rich burgundy before he could contemplate tasting the soup.
    Miss Pelly slipped quietly into the seat on his right, and he took the opportunity to place her napkin on her knee.
    “Is this supposed to be cold?”
    She glanced up at him and then away. Interesting that she could be such an intelligent vibrant companion at one moment, and then so unsure. Her sister probably had a lot to answer for....
    “The room or the soup?”
    “Both, actually.” A hint of a smile appeared on her averted face and he felt ridiculously pleased.
    “The kitchens are neither modern nor close to the dining room, which leads to many a culinary disaster.”
    As the footman was occupied, he poured Miss Pelly a glass of wine.
    “I was hoping you might allow me to accompany you on your customary walk tomorrow morning, Miss Pelly.”
    “Who told you about that?”
    “Your sister. Would it be too much of an imposition if I joined you?”
    “I do tend to go very early in the morning.”
    “That suits me perfectly.” He paused to refill his own glass. “Unless you would prefer to be alone.”
    “I thought, like most rakes, you’d prefer to be tucked up in bed.”
    He glanced at her. “I thought we were discussing our walk rather than that other matter we touched upon.”
    Her color rose. “This is hardly the place to discuss . . . that .”
    Under the cover of the table he put his hand on her thigh and spread his fingers wide. “Why ever not?” He squeezed her soft flesh. “In fact, I might go further, and suggest we should further explore those matters we touched upon.”
    He grabbed hold of her left hand and placed it firmly over his satin-clad cock. She jumped so violently she choked on her wine.
    Withdrawing his hand from over hers, he patted her discreetly on the back. To his delight she kept her fingers curved around his balls and shaft.
    “Are you all right, Miss Pelly?” he asked, with great concern. “Was it the soup? It did taste a trifle salty.”
    “No, I’m fine, thank you.”
    The two footmen collected the soup plates and placed the main courses down the center of the long table. Ian’s cock twitched as Miss Pelly stroked her thumb along the smoothness of the satin.
    “May I help you to some fish, Miss Pelly?” He’d spoonfeed her if it meant she kept caressing him like