Page 40 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady

Miss Justina raised her hands and waved at them. Prince Drew saw her first. He pointed to them, and they all started walking towards Helena and Miss Justina. There was an empty two sitter cushion beside them. Helena guessed the Prince would choose to stand while the rest sat.

He is chivalrous like that.

When they got to Helena, they all flopped down on the seat. Only Prince Drew didn’t even bother trying to sit.

Exactly as I thought.

“You really enjoyed your dance, Lavinia, with the way you were reluctant to stop,” Helena said.

Lavinia blushed. She stole a glance to the smiling Prince before turning to her friend.

“You never tire to tease, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” Helena replied.

“Well, I did. Even the twins did,” Lady Lavinia said.

“Sure, although Abigail kept stepping on my toes,” Alistair said in his deep voice.

Abigail looked at her brother with a look best described as scornful. His expression changed, and his lips pursed up.

“The dance is quite different from ours in Ireland, especially the beat. I wonder how Drew was able to manage. He’s never been to England before, at least we have,” Abigail said.

Helena couldn’t determine whether that was to defend herself or to praise Prince Drew.

Both, I guess.

“For someone new to England, you danced wonderfully,” Lady Lavinia said to him.

“I had a dancing coach a few years back. He made sure to teach me everything, even Salsa and some other exotic dances,” he said.

Impressive.

The music was starting again, and a few people were going back to have dances. Helena looked up and saw him. His tall gait towered over the chit in a red dress that he held in his arms. Her head hardly reached his chest. His hair was blonde, almost as golden as the flying ribbons. Helena could not see the expression on his face clearly, but she was sure that wasn’t a smile. He almost looked angry.

He held his partner in the right places and never faltered or put his feet in the wrong position, but he didn’t look like he was in the dance. His eyes kept flying to people passing by, sometimes spending a few seconds on another chit. A young lady Helena recognised walked towards him; Helena just couldn’t remember who she was. He swiftly broke the dance with the other woman so he could attend to the new chit. In a swift motion, he started another dance with her. They spoke for a while, but he soon lost interest, and his eyes started their former roaming.

What does he seek so?

“You watch him so intently.”

Helena was startled. She didn’t know Miss Justina had seen her watching him. The others seemed too absorbed in themselves to hear Miss Justina’s comment.

“That isn’t a bad thing,” Helena said, covering her unease with a smile that made her feel even more uneasy.

“He’s a very good dancer,” Miss Justina said.

“Very good,” Helena agreed.

Lady Lavinia suddenly pointed and stood up.

“There’s Lord Jeffrey,” she squealed.

Helena nodded. Lord Jeffrey danced with an efficiency that was scary. There was no wasted movement. Although his attention was hardly in the dance, he made no wrong move, no faltering motion. A duo of chits approached him just as he seemed to be ending the dance. He broke into a smile when he saw them. His dance partner knew the young women because even she hugged them when they got close enough. Lord Jeffrey kissed one of them on the cheeks. She held his hand, but he wiggled out.

Helena shook her head.

Women like him. No wonder he is touted as the most sought after, eligible man among the peerage.