Sylvia Day - The Stranger I Married

2007

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London, 1815

Do you truly intend to steal your best friends mistress?

Gerard Faulkner, the sixth Marquess of Grayson, kept his eyes on the woman in question, and smiled. Those who knew him well also knew that look, and its wicked portent. I certainly do.

Dastardly, Bartley muttered. Too low even for you, Gray. Is it not sufficient to cuckold Sinclair? You know how Markham feels about Pel. Hes lost his head over her.

Gray studied Lady Pelham with a connoisseurs eye. There was no incertitude about her suitability for his needs. Beautiful and scandalous, he could not have designed a wife more suited to irritating his mother if hed tried. Pel, as she was affectionately referred to, was of medium height, but stunningly curved, and built for a mans pleasure. The auburn-haired widow of the late Earl of Pelham had a brazen sultriness that was addicting, or so rumor said. Her former lover, Lord Pearson, had gone into a long decline after she ended their affair.

Gerard had no difficulty seeing how a man could mourn the loss of her attentions. Under the blazing lights of the massive chandeliers, Isabel Pelham glittered like a precious jewel, expensive and worth every shilling.

He watched as she smiled up at Markham with a wide curving of her lips, lips which were considered too full for conventional beauty, but just the right plumpness to rim a mans cock. All around the room, covetous male eyes watched her, hoping for the day when she might turn those sherry-colored eyes upon them, and perhaps select one of them as her next lover. To Gerard, their longing was pitiable. The woman was extremely selective, and retained her lovers for years. Shed had Markham on a leash for nearly two now, and showed no signs of losing interest.

But that interest did not extend to matrimony.

On the few occasions when the viscount had begged for her hand, she refused him, declaring she had no interest in marrying a second time. Gray, on the other hand, had no doubts whatsoever that he could change her mind about that.

Calm yourself, Bartley, he murmured. Things will work out. Trust me.

No one can trust you.

You can trust me to give you five hundred pounds if you drag Markham away from Pel and into the card room.

Well, then. Bartley straightened his spine and his waistcoat, neither action capable of hiding his widening middle. I am at your service.

Grinning, Gerard bowed slightly to his greedy acquaintance who took off to the right, while he made his way to the left. He strolled without haste around the fringes of the ballroom, making his way toward the pivotal object of his plan. The journey was slow going, his way blocked by one mother-and-debutante pairing after another. Most bachelor peers similarly hounded would grimace with annoyance, but Gerard was known as much for his overabundance of charm, as he was for his penchant for mischief. So he flirted outrageously, kissed hands freely, and left every female in his wake certain he would be calling on her with a formal offer of marriage.

Casting the occasional glance toward Markham, he noted the exact moment Bartley lured him away, and then crossed the distance with purposeful strides, taking Pels gloved hand to his lips before the usual throng of avid admirers could encircle her.

As he lifted his head, he caught her eyes laughing at him. Why, Lord Grayson. A woman cannot help but be flattered by such a single-minded approach.

Lovely Isabel, your beauty drew me like a moth to a flame. He tucked her hand around his forearm, and led her away for a walk around the dance floor.

Needed a respite from the ambitious mothers, I assume? she asked in her throaty voice. Im afraid even my association will not be enough to make you less appealing. You are simply too delicious for words. You shall be the death of one of these poor girls.

Gerard breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction, an action which inundated his senses with her lush scent of some exotic flower. They would rub along famously, he knew. He had come to know her well in the years she had been with Markham, and he had always liked her immensely. I agree. None of these women will do.

Pel gave a delicate shrug of her bare shoulders, her pale skin set off beautifully by her dark blue gown and sapphire necklace. You are young yet, Grayson. Once you are my age, perhaps you will have settled down enough to not completely torment your bride with your appetites.

Or I can marry a mature woman, and save myself the effort of altering my habits.

Arching a perfectly shaped brow, she said, This conversation is leading somewhere, is it not, my lord?

I want you, Pel, he said softly. Desperately. Only an affair will not suffice. Marriage, however, will take care of it nicely.

Soft, husky laughter drifted in the air between them. Oh, Gray. I do adore your humor, you know. It is hard to find men so deliciously unabashed in their wickedness.

And it is lamentably hard to find a creature as blatantly sexual as you, my dear Isabel. Im afraid you are quite unique, and therefore irreplaceable for my needs.

She shot him a sidelong glance. I was under the impression you were keeping that actress, the pretty one who cannot remember her lines.

Gerard smiled. Yes, thats true. All of it. Anne could not act to save her life. Her talents lay in other, more carnal activities.

And honestly, Gray. You are too young for me. I am six and twenty, you know. And you are She raked him with a narrowed glance. Well, you are delectable, but-

I am two and twenty, and could ride you well, Pel, never doubt it. However, you misunderstand. I have a mistress. Two, in fact, and you have Markham-

Yes, and I am not quite finished with him.

Keep him, I have no objections.

Im relieved to have your approval, she said dryly, and then she laughed again, a sound Gray had always enjoyed. You are quite mad.

Over you, Pel, definitely. Have been from the first.

But youve no wish to bed me.

He looked at her with pure male appreciation, taking in the ripe swell of her breasts above the low bodice. Now, I did not say that. You are a beautiful woman, and I am an amorous man. However, since we are to be bound together, when we decide to fall into bed with one another is moot, yes? We shall have a lifetime to make that leap,