Page 107 of The Pleasures of Passion

“Ah. The part that is Lady Rebel.”

She grinned. “Exactly.”

With a gleam of mischief in his eyes, he leaned close. “Well, since I’m king for a night, I command you, Lady Rebel, to join me in the library, after all our guests leave, for a glass of port. And perhaps a few other . . . endeavors. Whatever your little rebel heart desires.”

“In the library? No trees involved?”

“It’s too cold outside to involve trees. Will bookshelves do?”

“Or the rug by the fire?”

Slyly, he slid his hand down to pat her behind. “That would be just about right for certain . . . pleasures.”

“Port and the pleasures of passion. Sounds perfect.” She flashed him her best sultry glance. “I am your subject for the night, sir. Do with me as you will.”

“In that case, why wait until our guests leave?”

Though she gave a shocked laugh, she went unresisting as he tugged her toward the door. Because once in a while, a woman just had to play the rebel to her rogue.