Page 53 of Seducing a Stranger

Eventually, he flicked a glance at her as if surprised to still find her there.

“It was very kind of the Countess to come,” she ventured. “She was…very solicitous. Gave me the name of a good doctor.”

He gave the illusion of a nod. “Farah is a good woman,” he said carefully.

As opposed to herself?

Pru stared at him, doing her best not to appreciate how the cut of his vest hugged his narrow waist, flattering the width of his chest and shoulders, the breadth of his back.

A back she’d once clung to in spasms of bliss.

Her fingers curled at the memory.

He was rightthere. So close to her. She could reach out to him and touch the body that’d once rode her like an untamed stallion, wild and rhythmic and powerful.

His lips had tasted the most secret parts of her. His eyes had burned with lust. His features softened with worship. Tightened with pleasure. Tortured with hunger.

And now?

Nothing. He was so remote. So empty. Bleak.

Where are you?She wanted to shout. To throw things. To rant and rave at him until he bloody cracked the mountain of ice between them.Who are you? What have you done with my lover?

He turned abruptly, as if he’d heard her silent screams. But the question in his eyes quickly flickered out, replaced by that infuriating civility.

“It’s a chilly night,” he said. “I’ve had a bath sent to your room.”

So thoughtful. The ponce. “Thank you,” she gritted out.

He nodded, looked as if he might say something else, and then thought the better of it. “Good evening.”

He left her in her puddle of her own frustrated loneliness, possibly to pine for the woman who’d gotten away.