Page 12 of The Duke of Desire
“Which is why we’re friends. Who is the lovely woman I saw you ogling after dinner in the drawing room?”
Hell, he’d noticed that? West needed to be more careful. But why? It wasn’t as if they were going to be spending any time together. She’d made that quite clear.
Still, West didn’t want to draw attention to her. “No one in particular.”
“Well, she’s stunning even in that hideous gown she was wearing.”
West wouldn’t have called it hideous, but definitely dull. He’d like to see her in a vibrant color with jewels sparkling on her ears and against her throat. Pity that he never would.
He tossed back all his whiskey and poured another.
“Aiming to get sotted?” Axbridge asked.
“Definitely not trying to remain sober. And damn, this is fine whiskey.”
“That it is.” Axbridge took a drink from his glass. “Are you going on the walk tomorrow?”
“I think I might.” An exhilarating exercise sounded most enticing. Especially if a certain companion went along. Even if he couldn’t pursue her, he could still look.
“Excellent, I shall see you then.” Axbridge threw back the rest of his whiskey, and his lips curved into a wicked smile. “Unless I’m too tired.” His eyes narrowed with meaning.
“I see. And will Lady Greaves be too tired to attend as well?”
“I couldn’t say.” Axbridge’s gaze and tone were cagey.
“Hmm, this will be an excellent game for me. Discerning whose bed you’ll be warming.”
“Do keep it to yourself when you work it out.” He tossed West a grin before he left.
Ah, to eagerly anticipate a night of undiscovered pleasure. If West really wanted that, he was certain he could find a willing partner easily enough. He knew how most women looked at him.Most, but not the one he truly wanted.
No, he’d go to bed alone tonight. And dream of the woman he couldn’t have.
