Page 28 of The Duke's Accidental Wallflower
“Perhaps it is not about advantage,” Evan replied, his gaze steady. “Perhaps I simply enjoy your company more than you care to admit.”
“Why would I admit you enjoy my company?” she retorted, her cheeks warming despite herself. “How arrogant of you.”
His eyes never left hers, watching, waiting for her to make her next move. He knew she wouldn’t walk away, not yet. There was a gleam of challenge in her gaze, one that matched his own, though she fought it with every ounce of stubborn pride she possessed.
Minerva’s lips parted, as if she was about to retort, but the words did not come right away. He could see the internal battle playing out in her mind, the way she weighed her options, trying to decide whether to continue engaging or to finally turn her back on him. But Evan knew—he always knew—that this game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Evan's smirk widened as he watched Minerva’s lips tighten, her sharp retort barely containing the defiance that practically radiated off her. She was always so determined to fight him at every turn, and that was precisely why he found her so fascinating. He leaned in slightly, watching her reaction, enjoying the way her breath seemed to catch as he closed the distance between them.
“Maybe I am staying just to see what absurd thing you will say next,” she snapped, but her voice trembled just enough to give her away. The flustered energy emanating from her was palpable, even as she tried to stand her ground.
Evan chuckled, a low, soft sound, and let his breath brush against her cheek. He was close enough now that he could feel the tension coiling between them, thick and electrifying.
“Oh, Minerva,” he whispered, his voice teasing, “I could say all sorts of ridiculous things. But I think you already know what I am after.”
She stiffened at his words, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths she tried to steady. “And what,” she managed, her voice quieter now, “do you think I am thinking?”
He paused for a moment, letting his eyes trace her face. There was something deeply satisfying about how easily he could get under her skin, how her composure slipped just enough for him to see what lay beneath.
Why do I keep doing this?Evan wondered, even as he took another step toward her. He had told himself a hundred times to leave her alone, to let her find the stability she deserved. But every time he saw her, all those noble intentions crumbled like ash. She drew him in, maddeningly, irresistibly.
His gaze lingered on her parted lips before returning to her eyes, darker now as he leaned even closer. “I think,” he said softly, his tone carrying a mix of mischief and intensity, “You are intrigued. More than you want to admit.”
For the first time, he noticed the flash of uncertainty in her expression. Her pulse was quickening—he could sense it in the way she held herself, the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Minerva might have been determined to appear unaffected, but her body told him everything he needed to know.
And that awareness sent a rush of satisfaction through him.
She looked like she was about to argue, to say something sharp and dismissive, but no words came. Instead, she stood there, fists clenched at her sides, her jaw tight. The silence between them stretched, and Evan waited, watching as her defenses faltered.
“If you’re so certain I am interested in you – which I am not – then why are you trying so hard to convince me?” she demanded at last, her voice strained with frustration. Defiance still sharpened her tone, but it was tinged with something else now—something she was trying desperately to suppress.
Evan’s smile deepened. She was giving in, though not in the way she thought. The challenge in her tone only made his desire to push further all the more enticing. He stepped closer, now mere inches away from her, his presence overwhelming as he closed the gap between them.
They were hidden away, entirely out of view of the party, the hedge-lined path acting as a shield from the rest of the world. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the tension between them so thick it was almost tangible.
Her breath hitched again as his eyes locked onto hers. She was trapped now, caught between her pride and the undeniable pull between them. He leaned in further, his lips almost brushing her ear, and whispered, “You think this is a game, Minerva? That I am just here for another conquest?”
She tried to hide it—the quickening of her breath, the way her lashes fluttered just a fraction too long before she met his gaze—but Evan saw it all. He always did. She was a master of control, but even Minerva Bellington wasn’t immune to his presence. That knowledge sent a thrill through him, though he’d never admit it aloud.
Minerva swallowed hard, but her words faltered before she could respond. Her pulse thrummed against her throat, her body betraying the struggle she faced internally. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she fought against the very thing she couldn’t escape.
Evan let the silence hang for a moment before speaking again, his voice low, intimate. “You misunderstand,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “I do not just want a kiss, Lady Minerva. I want you to know you want it. I want you to know it before it happens.”
He felt her stiffen in response, her breath catching as his words settled into her mind. She wasn’t prepared for that—not for the way he could strip away her defenses and leave her feeling so exposed. For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them crackling with what had not yet been said, of what had not yet happened.
Evan lingered there, close enough to feel the rise and fall of her breaths, his lips hovering just above her ear. He knew she felt it too—the inevitable pull between them, the way her body reacted even when her mind screamed for her to walk away. He could sense her hesitation, the way she warred with herself.
He held firm, but doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind. Was he pushing too far? Was this her way of telling him to leave her alone, for good this time? The thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit, but he pushed it aside. He couldn’t stop now—not when he was certain she felt the same pull he did.
With deliberate slowness, he pulled back, leaving her standing there, breathless and shaken.
“Until then,” he whispered, his voice a lingering caress as he stepped away, his eyes never leaving hers.
And just like that, Evan turned on his heel and walked away, his heart racing in a way he had not expected. He left her standing in the secluded shadows, her pulse still fluttering, her lips parted in shock. The game wasn’t over—it was just beginning.
As he walked back toward the party, the sound of her voice still echoed in his mind, sharp and defiant. She was a puzzle he couldn’t solve, a flame he couldn’t put out. And the more he tried to convince himself to let her go, the tighter she seemed to hold him.
This time, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was still the one in control.
