Lady Be Good Part 18

"Hemorrhoid cream? That's a little more than I wanted to know about you, Lady Emma."

"It's not-I don't actually have-Give that back to me!"

Ignoring her, he reached into the bag and pulled out a paperback book. "Talking Back to Prozac. You be sure to let me know exactly what to say."

"No!" She sprang forward as his hand closed around a plastic bottle. "Give me-"

He held it just out of her reach and studied the label. "Now, who would have imagined a member of the British aristocracy would have a problem with head lice?"

"It's seasonal," she managed.

He pushed aside the Camels, the tabloid, and an early pregnancy test kit to pick up a series of small boxes. "Sheik Lubricated, Trojan Ribbed, Ramses Extra, Cla.s.s Act Ultra Thins. I guess I know who to borrow from if I ever run out." He pushed away a package of clothesline. "I'm not even going to ask about that."

Only one item remained in the bag. Maybe he hadn't noticed it. Maybe he wouldn't- "Now, what do we have here?" He scooped it out and held it up. "v.a.g.i.n.al moisturizer." His eyebrows shot together. "What in the h.e.l.l h.e.l.l is is this this for?" for?"

Her face flamed. "Well, I don't know.... I would imagine it's for-"

"Now, this this is where I draw the line! It's bad enough everybody in town's going to be thinkin' I'm sleeping with a depressed, lice-ridden, hemorrhoidal foreigner who likes to be tied up and might be pregnant, although-since she's just about cornered the market on condoms-I don't know how that could have happened. But I will is where I draw the line! It's bad enough everybody in town's going to be thinkin' I'm sleeping with a depressed, lice-ridden, hemorrhoidal foreigner who likes to be tied up and might be pregnant, although-since she's just about cornered the market on condoms-I don't know how that could have happened. But I will not not-you listen to me, Emma!-I absolutely will not not have anybody thinkin' a woman of mine needs a have anybody thinkin' a woman of mine needs a v.a.g.i.n.al moisturizer v.a.g.i.n.al moisturizer, do you hear me?"

"It was-" She swallowed and tried to speak calmly. "It was an impulse buy."

He snorted.

"I told you Hugh's man was following me. He came in the drugstore, so I scrambled to buy all this."

"He was in the drugstore?"

"He saw everything!" Her enthusiasm bubbled to the surface. "I think this just might do it! Especially with what happened between us outside the drugstore. I know you weren't happy about that, but I'll explain to Francesca the next time we talk. Beddington's going to be appalled when he hears, and, by this time tomorrow, the engagement has to be over."

"This is what your grand plan has come down to? Convincing the duke the two of us are having an affair."

"It didn't start out that way. Honestly. But I need to work with what I have."

"And I guess that's me." Kenny transferred the v.a.g.i.n.al moisturizer from one hand to the other and looked thoughtful. "Emma, you're making this way too complicated. Just call him up and tell him you're not marrying him. It isn't right the way you're letting him push you around."

"I can't do that. If I make him angry, he'll close St. Gert's. I have to be subtle."

"Subtle?" He shook his head. "You sure do bring new meaning to that old song about being true to your school."

"It's not just a school. It's my-"

"I know. It's your home. And excuse me for pointing out that's more than a little pathetic, although, after what you saw tonight of my family at dinner, I guess I don't have much room to talk."

She hesitated. "Peter really is adorable."

He smiled. "I have a couple of irons already cut down for him, just waiting till he's old enough to hit a ball around."

"I'm sure he'll love that. Especially if you're with him."

Silence fell between them. It was night and the house was quiet. Her gaze dipped to his mouth, and she remembered the kiss they'd shared. She wondered if he remembered.

"I'm going for a swim," he said abruptly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He began to walk away, then seemed to remember what he was holding and turned back to put the tube of v.a.g.i.n.al moisturizer in her hands. "You'd better hold on to this just in case you completely lose your mind and decide to seduce Dexter O'Conner."

Before she could reply, he disappeared.

Torie stood by herself on the patio smoking her last cigarette of the night. She kept telling herself she was going to quit, and this time she'd do it. As soon as her life settled down.

A light flickered on above her in Peter's room. Shelby had gone in to check on him.

Torie's heart shriveled with envy. Peter was so dear, so perfect. She loved him with all her heart, yet she could barely stand to look at him. Only once had Shelby broached the subject of Torie being his guardian, and that had been right after he was born. Torie had made certain it never came up again.

The door that led into the house opened. She looked up, expecting to see her father, but Dexter O'Conner emerged instead.

"What in the h.e.l.l are you doing here?"

"Your father let me in. I was invited for dinner, but I had a business meeting, and I couldn't get away."

Shelby hadn't told her that Dexter was invited. One more betrayal.

He pushed his hands into his pockets and gazed up at the sky. She caught a whiff of his cologne. It smelled crisp and clean as the air. "What a beautiful night."

Something like awe resonated in his voice, as if the clear, starlit night was magical instead of something rather ordinary. She had to force herself not to look up to see what she'd missed. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "I'm getting sick of this, Dexter. There are laws against stalking."

"I'm hardly stalking you, Victoria. I didn't know you were going to be at the Roustabout last night. And tonight I had an invitation."

"Let me be a little clearer. I don't like you, and I don't ever want to talk to you again."

"In point of fact, we're not well-acquainted enough for you to dislike me. You know, if you could stop being so frightened by this situation, our entire problem-solving process would be a lot easier."

"Frightened? Of a dweeb like you? Don't flatter yourself."

"If you weren't frightened, you'd be anxious to talk to me so we could get this sorted out."

He was right, but she would never admit it. "There isn't anything to sort out. I don't want to marry you! I can't make it any plainer."

He looked up at the sky, then tilted his head as if he wanted to star-gaze from a different angle. She couldn't help but notice the clean, strong lines of his profile. He had a broad forehead, a well-shaped nose, and a mouth that was rather alarmingly sensual. The surprise of his mouth, combined with his composure in the face of her turbulent emotions, infuriated her.

"You know what I think? I think you cooked this whole thing up yourself. You want me, but you know I'd never look twice at a nerd like you, so you came up with this whole scheme, then convinced your father to go along with it."

He looked mildly startled. "Is that what you believe?"

"You're d.a.m.ned right I do."

"Fascinating."

As he wandered over to the banquette, she found herself studying the shoulders beneath that rumpled oxford shirt. They weren't overly broad, but they were solid-looking.

He turned back, and she had the weird feeling that he could read her mind. "In fact, this was your your father's idea." father's idea."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed.

He pushed his hands in his pockets, stretching his slacks over a very firm abdomen. "Contrary to what you seem to think, it really hasn't been all that difficult for me to find female companionship." He walked over to sit on the banquette and stretch out his legs. "As for my father ..." For a moment, she thought she saw amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes, but that was impossible since he had no sense of humor. "To be frank, he's not all that fond of you. But he does want the merger, and your father made it very clear this was the only way he'd agree to it."

She sucked in her breath. "You're lying! Do you really think I'll believe this was my father's idea?"

Again, the glimmer in his eyes that, on anyone else, could only have been amus.e.m.e.nt. "Apparently he's desperate to get rid of you."

She wanted to go for his throat, just as she'd done last night, but she felt too frozen to move. How could he even suggest her father was behind this? It was his his father! It had to be. father! It had to be.

"If you and your brother had been willing to talk with me last night," he said quietly, "I could have explained all this."

Her heart was beating so hard she wanted to press her hands to her chest to keep her skin from splitting. "Daddy would never have proposed something so horrible on his own. I don't know why you're lying. All I have to do is ask him."

"I hope you do. You'll find out that Warren is the one who's doing the blackmailing, and I'm the ransom. If Dad wants the merger, he has to turn me over."

"Ransom!" Sparks shimmered behind her eyelids. "Listen here, you bozo! Marrying me would be the highlight of your sorry life!"

He looked thoughtful. "That's highly debatable. It's true that you're quite beautiful, but you're also a very difficult woman."

Torie tried to absorb the fact that Dexter O'Conner, the biggest nerd in Wynette, Texas, might not want her. "I am not!"

"You're a two-time loser at marriage," he said slowly. "You have an unstable family background. You cuss like a man. I'm sure you could beat me at whatever sport you put your mind to. And you smoke, which I detest, even though I understand it's a sign of how little regard you have for yourself." He paused, and his voice grew strangely gentle. "You also don't seem to be able to have children."

She felt as if she'd been struck. "You p.r.i.c.k." Her voice sounded tight and forced. "Who told you that?"

He stood and walked toward her, stopping several feet away. "Wynette's a small town."

"Get out of here."

"I'm not trying to hurt you." He spoke with a gentleness that sounded too much like pity. "But I don't play games, and it's only right that I tell you I'd very much like to have children."

A sting of tears p.r.i.c.kled behind her eyes, but she refused to let them form. "Then it's a good thing you're not marrying me because I'm as barren as the Sahara, you son of a b.i.t.c.h!"

"That's not what your father told me. He said there's no medical reason why you can't conceive. Shelby believes it's simply a case of your body waiting for the right man to come along. Improbable, but then who's to say?"

She barely pushed the words through the constriction in her throat. "They discussed this with you?"

"It came up."

She felt so betrayed she couldn't speak. Shelby had once been her best friend. As for her father ... for years, he had been the only safe harbor in her life. And then Shelby had seduced him and pushed Torie into the background. Now her father wanted Torie removed from his daily existence so he could concentrate on his new family. Ironic that Kenny, the evil tormentor of her childhood, had become the only dependable person in her life.

Pride kicked in, and she lifted her head. "For someone who's so repulsed by the idea of marrying me, you certainly seemed to have asked a lot of questions."

"I didn't say I was repulsed. I happen to be strongly attracted to you."

His words were a small Band-Aid over her open wounds, enough for her to curl her lip and scoff. "Like that's a news flash."

He smiled. "It's the strangest thing. I'm not a violent man, but ever since Ted made that remark yesterday about somebody needing to swat you, I keep having this recurring image of you turned bottom-up over my lap."

A rush of heat shot through Torie's bloodstream. She didn't like it one bit, so she sneered, "Am I wearing clothes?"

He seemed to be thinking it over. "A full skirt tossed over your head. Panties draped around one ankle."

The heat inside her jumped ten degrees, and she realized the biggest nerd in Wynette, Texas, had just turned her on. She felt disoriented. She was supposed to be the outrageous one. At the same time, she couldn't let him know that he'd outmaneuvered her. "What's it going to be, Dex? Do you want to marry me or not?"

"I'm not certain. Probably not. On the other hand, there is that attraction. Still, I resent being manipulated this way by your father."

"Finally, we agree on something."

"Yes, well, I could have told you that at the beginning if you hadn't decided to approach this situation emotionally instead of logically."

"All right, Mr. Logic, what's your solution?"

"It's really very simple. That's what I was trying to tell you last night. We need to spend time with each other. Neither of us can convince your father to back off if we haven't even made the effort to see if we can get along."

"How can we get along? We don't have a single thing in common."

"Are you forgetting the s.e.xual attraction?"

"You're the one with the s.e.xual attraction! I think you're a dweeb." the one with the s.e.xual attraction! I think you're a dweeb."

He lifted his hand and stared down at it. "It's the most incredible thing-my palm is actually itching. I never imagined I would have the urge to spank a woman."

Again, that little thrill of excitement. Maybe Dex wasn't quite as boring as she'd thought. "Yeah, well, it'd take you and the entire Dallas Cowboys' defensive line to pull it off."

"I'm stronger than I look, Victoria."

"Will you stop calling me that!"

"Will you stop smoking cigarettes?"

"No!"

"Very well ... Victoria."

Something inside her snapped, and she lunged for him. She couldn't help it. He was so smug, so superior and condescending that she wanted to bash his face in, but she'd settle for hurling him into the stucco wall.

Unfortunately, as the heels of her hands slammed against his chest and he didn't move, she realized it wasn't going to be that easy. He caught her wrists. She gazed up into gray eyes flecked with green and experienced the uneasy sensation that he was peering through all her carefully erected defenses. The idea paralyzed her.

She recovered only as she realized he was going to kiss her. Lots of men had wanted to do exactly that, so she wasn't surprised. What surprised her was how much she wanted him to go through with it.

Her eyelids drifted shut. Their bodies fit together. She felt his lean, hard chest pressing against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His lips brushed her cheek. She tilted her mouth toward his.

"I can't wait to kiss you," he whispered. "But I want it to be perfect. We'll finish this as soon as you don't taste like cigarettes."

Her eyes shot open.