The Art of Seduction

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lori brighton ~36~ the art of seduction copyright © 2009 lori brighton that made her knees weak. nothing mattered. not her family, her responsibilities, ...

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Lori Brighton ~2~ The Art of Seduction The Art of Seduction Lori Brighton Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~3~ The Art of Seduction This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without permission. Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~4~ The Art of Seduction Chapter 1 Clara Cameron was a firm believer that desperate times called for desperate measures. But as she stood in just about the worst part of London one could find, she never imagined she’d be this desperate. Still, it could be worse; she could be selling her virginity instead of merely her body. The hired hack jerked to life behind her, horses neighing. Their eagerness to escape this hell evident in their quick step. Clara’s heart leapt into her throat. Her only means of escape was currently thundering down the cobbled street without her. Before she could utter a word or protest, fog enveloped the vehicle and muffled the thump of wheels on rock. Moment’s later silence settled… cold and Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~5~ The Art of Seduction chill, much like the weather. She was stuck. Truly stuck. Surely she must be mad to have come here. But what choice did she have? None. The word felt as dark and oppressive as the night. The streets void of vehicles, she had no means of getting home without walking. And even though it was the eve of Christmas, in this weather and in this part of town, she hadn’t the slightest desire to stroll unescorted. “You’ve truly trapped yourself now, you bloody idiot,” she muttered. Unwillingly, her gaze went to that tall building looming across the lane. Her salvation or her demise? There was no merry Christmas greeting coming from the weathered beast. No wreath, no holly. But then none of the surroundings buildings offered a cheerful greeting. No, here, in this hell, people didn’t have the coins to celebrate the holiday. And there was no snow to cover up the dreariness. Only gray and brown sludge covering gray and brown buildings on gray and brown streets. Clara took in a deep, trembling breath. Best to just get it over with. Clutching her cloak tightly to her, she darted across the lane, slipping and stumbling across icy stones. Reaching the stoop, she paused, her breath forming clouded puffs of air that hung suspended before her. Up close, the building was worse than she’d expected. Dried ivy crawled up brick, as if the monstrous vine was attempting to consume the building. She had no doubt the ivy would win. Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~6~ The Art of Seduction What sort of person would reject celebrating the holidays in the warm bosom of his family and instead choose isolation and gloom? Certainly not the man she knew. Had she made a mistake? Was she at the wrong address? She glanced left, then right. An old woman shuffled down the lane, mumbling softly to herself. She didn’t bother to look her way; merely another soul lost in the late night dreariness of London. Clara pulled her hood lower, attempting to hide her features. But she knew, should someone sane pass, that a young woman on the streets at this hour would cause suspicion. She raised a gloved fist, only to hesitate. I have no choice, she repeated. She lowered her hand. Her knuckles thudded against the wooden panel. Before she lost her nerve, she knocked again, louder, in quick succession. Shivering, from cold or fear, she wasn’t sure, she stepped back and waited. A bitter drop of rain hit the end of her nose. She swiped at the drop and shifted back and forth in impatience. “Hurry,” she whispered. There’d been no heated bricks to keep her feet warm in the hired hack and her toes stung with numbness. Although her skirts were thick, the material did little to keep the wind at bay. She went down a step, hesitating a moment. Another drop of rain hit her cheek. “Blast it!” Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~7~ The Art of Seduction She was just about to turn away when footsteps thudded from behind the door. Clara’s heart stopped. She refused to recognize that tremor as excitement. No. She wasn’t excited, merely relieved. For that brief moment while she waited for the door to open, her heart actually stopped. The knob turned slowly. The door opened just a sliver, paused, then opened further. A thin man of plain features peered from the darkness. Not the man she was expecting…not a man she knew. Clara drew back. “You’re here for the position?” he asked in a refined voice that could rival the best of London butlers. Of course Brendon would at least have a butler. What a ninny she’d been to think he was a recluse living alone in darkness and poverty. She nodded, a quick jerk of her head. “Yes, I am.” “You’re late.” “I apologize.” Slowly, he looked her up and down as if judging her worth, his astute gaze taking in every detail. Clare held her breath, waiting for his approval. She hadn’t thought about what she’d do if she was turned away. “Very well.” He stepped aside. Relief tasted sweet as peppermints. Giving the man a polite smile, she stepped gingerly across the threshold. Her smile fell. The dingy foyer looked uninhabitable. Only a small table holding a lantern decorated the sparse space. Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~8~ The Art of Seduction “Follow me.” The butler took the lamp by the handle and moved up a narrow set of steps. Clara rested her hand on the railing and started after him. The steps creaked and groaned under her weight, the only sound in the quiet abode. Each step further up, her heart beat a little faster. She’d refused to let herself think about the situation, but now… Light from the lamp slashed eerie shadows that danced and leered against the walls and sent her imagination spiraling. At the second story they didn’t pause. She had only a moment to study the long, dark hall and see that the place was just as dreary as below. She shivered and quickened her steps, hurrying after the butler. She’d known Brendon had changed, but she hadn’t expected this. Why would a man of his means lease a house among this poverty? Why not merely hide away at his country estate? They paused on the third floor. The butler glanced at her briefly, his gaze unreadable. “A moment, if you please.” He knocked on the only door at the top of the steps. Almost immediately a gruff voice responded. “Yes, James, what is it?” Clara studied that simple question, looking for signs of recognition. But the words had come too fast, leaving her unsure if she knew the tone or not. The butler opened the door. A large, open attic spread before her, a blazing hearth the only source of heat. The area was occupied by a bed, a settee Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~9~ The Art of Seduction and shelves lined with paintings and statues. Clara stood frozen on the threshold, her gaze pinned to those pieces of art. Beautiful pieces, talented pieces. “The model you hired, sir,” the butler announce. Footsteps thumped purposefully against floorboards, drawing her attention to the rest of the room as she searched for the man she knew so well. Would Brendon recognize her? Doubtful. It’d been ten years since they’d last seen each other. She’d been a mere fifteen years of age, a child really. He’d been twenty. Too old to notice a doting girl. But she’d noticed him…how often she’d noticed him. James quirked a brow, waiting for her to enter and obviously impatient to get back to whatever duties he held. Not cleaning, that was for sure. Swallowing hard, she stepped into the large attic room. The sound of wood creaking underfoot was barely audible over the thundering of her heart. The door shut with a thud. Clara spun around. The butler was gone, leaving her alone…with Brendon. This time more slowly, she turned. A dark form shifted near a table laden with clay and tools. Her heart warmed, contracting almost painfully. Hungrily, she studied the man. He was tall, taller than she remembered. His broad shoulders were highlighted by the three lanterns placed on tables around the perimeter of the room. What clothing he wore, only trousers and a white shirt, were smudged with charcoal and dust. He was a mess, and he was lovely. Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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Lori Brighton ~10~ The Art of Seduction She took a hesitate step closer, narrowing her eyes. At least…she assumed it was Brendon. As his back was to her, she wasn’t positive. Why wouldn’t he turn? His indifference hurt more than she wanted to admit. She took her lower lip between her teeth. The man’s dark hair was overly long, in need of a cut and not bothered by a queue. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows, showing sinewy, muscled forearms. He lifted a chunk of gray clay to a table, letting it fall with a thud that sent a puff of dust into the air. Clara resisted the urge to cough. He shifted and a pistol came into view, a small gun gleaming on the tabletop, reminding her of what part of London she stood. Clara sucked in a breath. Why would he hole himself up in a place so dangerous? As if sensing her nervousness, he pulled open a drawer and pushed the weapon inside. “Undress.” His deep voice shocked and warmed her with recognition. She’d known her old feelings would resurface in his presence. Known her heart would thunder madly. But she’d never guessed how painfully wonderful it would be to see him once more. It was him, after all. She’d recognized the voice anywhere, had heard it many nights in her dreams. Just as quickly as her excitement came, it dissipated as the meaning of the word he’d spoken settled into her fuzzy mind. Undress? Heat shot to her cheeks. She’d been fully aware of what her position entitled. The letter she’d received upon applying stated quite clearly that Copyright © 2009 Lori Brighton
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