Page 38 of Lucien's Gamble

Fontaine crossed his ankle over his knee, settling into the chair with casual arrogance. “I’m here to pay Lord Montrose’s debt to your club.”

Lucien kept his face impassive as he rose and went to the sideboard. “Care for a brandy?”

“Thank you,” Fontaine said. “I would.”

Lucien poured two rations. “Did Montrose send you?”

Fontaine took the offered snifter before answering. “No, but I will have to settle the debt eventually. I would rather see to it now.”

Lucien resumed his seat and spun his snifter slowly between his hands. “It is not your responsibility.”

“You’ve never quibbled before, Remington. I have it on good authority that you will take a payment on a debt from anyone.” Fontaine’s voice turned derisive. “Just so long as you get paid.”

Lucien tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment. He wasn’t a fool. Money was money, and he never turned it down, especially when it was his own being returned to him. “This situation is different. I’ve already made arrangements with Montrose. Your assistance is not required, nor is it welcome.”

Fontaine’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you so eager to hold his debt?”

“Why are you so eager to pay it?”

“I’m marrying his sister, Lady Julienne. I want Montrose’s finances to be in order so Julienne feels free to marry without worrying about her brother’s affairs.”

“Ah,” Lucien murmured, with a tight smile. “Shall we be honest? Youhopeto marry Lady Julienne, and you wish to pay off Montrose’s debt so she feelsobligatedto marry you.”

Fontaine stiffened the instant before he downed his brandy in one swallow. He set his empty glass on the edge of Lucien’s desk. “You are the other gentleman she referred to, are you not?”

“I am.”

“Are you attempting to buy a highborn bride with a gentleman’s debt?”

“I’m not buying anything. I have no hold on Julienne other than her affection for me.”

The marquess snorted. “If you had any care for her at all, you would want her to marry someone of her station. Her feelings for you will ruin her life, and you know it.”

“Spare me your aristocratic entitlement,” Lucien bit out. “I can give her everything you can except for your blasted title. I can assure you, my love for her will more than make up for that.”

Fontaine’s crossed ankle began to flex rhythmically in agitation. “Well, well. I have always acknowledged your excellent taste, Remington. I see it extends to all areas of your life. But you fail to see that with my title come privileges like social acceptance and respect. Doors will slam shut in her face if she weds you. Will your love be enough to soothe her pride when that happens?”

“Will your title soothe her loneliness when you’re warming another woman’s bed?” he retorted.

Fontaine flushed.

The two men eyed each other carefully before Fontaine spoke. “I’ll make taking her away from me as difficult as possible, Remington.”

“I would expect nothing less. But don’t forget, Lady Julienne is a very intelligent woman. She will decide what is best for her without any help from either of us.” Lucien gestured toward the door. “I think we’re done here.”

Fontaine stood. “She deserves to be a marchioness, with all the power that comes with that station.”

“She deserves to be loved. Good day, my lord.”

“Good day, Remington.”

Lucien released a deep breath as soon as the door closed behind his nemesis. His entire body was taut with the primitive instinct to protect what was his. Julienne was his. She lovedhim.And at this very moment, she waited for him upstairs. He wanted to go to her and claim her in the most basic way possible. To brand her as his so that no other man could ever have her.

With a sudden ferocious movement, Lucien pushed away from his desk and strode to the door. “I’ll be unavailable for the rest of the day,” he informed his secretary, then he closed the portal and took the hidden hallway to his suite of rooms upstairs.

As he entered the Sapphire Room, most of his tension fled. Julienne was there, in his element. A small fire lit the chamber. Although it wasn’t cold, it added a cheery atmosphere and bathed her in a soft glow. He wanted this welcoming scene greeting him every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to take her to his home, to make love to her in his bed, to wake up with the scent of her on his skin and her hair spread across his chest. His very soul ached for her.

“The colors of this room suit you,” she said softly, her gaze soft and adoring, just as it always was when she looked at him. “Your beautiful eyes glow.”

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