much easier.»
He picked up a handful of the bills and waved them at her.
«What are these?»
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She moved closer to his desk, her expression full of calm
interest. «They appear to be bills.»
«They are bills, madam—your bills. When did I give you
permission to bankrupt me?»
«You didn’t. And these are only for hats, dresses and
necessities. You can hardly expect me to walk around London in
my old country fashions, can you?»
«I don’t expect you to do anything except go home.»
She continued to stare at him and then stroked the bodice of
her gown.
«Don’t you like this dress?»
He stared at her fingers, which had moved dangerously close
to cupping her breast. In truth, she did look different, more
fashionable, more mature, more desirable... He quashed down
that thought and frowned.
«Why the devil should I care about your appearance? It’s not
as if I want to look at you.»
Her hand slid lower over the filmy blue muslin, curved over
her hip and flat stomach, and came back to rest between her
breasts.
«It’s made of jaconet muslin with a navy blue sarsenet slip
beneath. It’s the first of the gowns I have received from Madame
Wallace and I’m very pleased with it.»
The blue complemented her hazel eyes, drew his attention to
them despite himself.
«So?»
She smiled and he resisted the desire to smile back. She wasn’t
a beauty; all her attraction was in the animation of her face, the
warmth of her smile, the pure enjoyment of life in her eyes. He
met far more beautiful women than her every day on the street,
yet he couldn’t help responding to the invitation in her smile, the
depths of sexual heat he knew it concealed. He scowled.
«Pack up everything that arrives and send it straight back and
I’ll make sure to cancel all your accounts.»
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«There’s no need to do that.»
«There is. Perhaps if you bothered to pay attention to the
financial affairs of our family, you might realize we can’t afford
such luxuries.»
Jane raised her eyebrows at him. «I spend one morning a week
with your land agent, Mr. Smith, going over the books. I know
exactly how well the family is doing and how hard you have
worked to restore the estate.» Her gaze skimmed his dark brown
coat and cream waistcoat. «And having paid attention to the
books, I haven’t noticed you skimping on your attire or your
expenditures.» She held out her hand. «If you don’t wish to pay
my bills, just give them to me and I’ll take care of them myself.»
As she reached forward, he slammed his palm down over the
pile of paper. «How do you expect to do that? Even in that
scanty see-through gown I doubt you’ll make much money
prostituting yourself.»
«This gown isn’t scanty and I don’t need to earn money lying
on my back!»
Ah, now she was angry, now he had the opportunity to make
her regret drawing the full force of his attention on her. «Then
how do you propose to pay your bills? I suppose you could
always kill me and marry a richer man.»
«That idea hadn’t occurred to me, but thank you for the
suggestion.» She raised her chin. «I have money. I’m quite
capable of paying for my own gowns.»
«Money I gave you? The pin money I pay you every quarter?
That is scarcely going to pay for one of the gowns you’ve
ordered.»
«I’ve hardly touched that money in the last seven years, so it is
hardly a pittance, and I’ve been quite successful with my own
financial investments. Ask Mr. Smith. He is quite proud of me.»
«You’ve been investing in what exactly?»
She shrugged. «There’s no need to look so skeptical. I’ve
invested in the same things you have: consols, canals, shipping
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cargoes. Mr. Smith has acted as my agent, seeing as there are
some ridiculous rules about women not being capable of
transacting business.»
He sat back so that he could study her flushed face. It was
never wise to