TheBonne Chancesailed out of Cannes harbor in late evening.
“I see no reason for all this hurry. I hope you know we left half of the trade cargo in the warehouse, Jean Marc,” Simon De Laux, Jean Marc’s captain of theBonne Chance, said as he looked grimly back at the shore. “Mind, this journey won’t pay for itself.”
“Yes, it will.” Jean Marc slanted Simon a smile. “It may be the most profitable trip of our long association together.”
“I don’t see it.”
“Just put me ashore at La Escala as soon as possible and I promise I’ll be more than content.”
Simon shrugged as he turned away from the rail. “If that’s what you wish.” He started to climb the steps to the bridge. “By the way, I sent the woman to your cabin.”
Jean Marc froze. “Woman?”
“Mademoiselle de Clement. She came on board early this afternoon.” He grimaced. “She’s been sitting on deck all day sketching the men as they loaded cargo. If you must bring along a woman, I wish you’d choose one who doesn’t order my sailors to stop their work and pose for her. I might have been able to load all the cargo if—” He stopped as he saw Jean Marc’s expression. “You didn’t expect her?”
Juliette. Jean Marc’s hands tightened on the rail as he felt the sudden thickening in his groin. The surge of lust tearing through him was so violent it took him off guard and he couldn’t speak for a moment. “Yes.” Buried within him had been the knowledge Juliette would not give up. That she was on board filled him with a wild mixture of emotions he was half afraid to examine. He could accept the lust and excitement of the challenge to come, but for an instant there had also been joy and that must be banished. “Yes, I suppose I did expect her.”
“I was surprised.” Simon’s bushy gray-black brows furrowed. “She’s not your usual type of woman, Jean Marc.”
“No.” Jean Marc turned and strode down the deck toward the master cabin. “She’s not usual in any way.”
Juliette was sketching, curled comfortably on the bunk. Comfort fled and every muscle stiffened as Jean Marc walked into the cabin. His usual shuttered expression was firmly in place, but she could sense the volatility hidden beneath his quizzical smile. She swiftly lowered her gaze to the sketch she was finishing of the sailor lifting a cask of wine onto the deck. “Good evening, Jean Marc, I expected you much later. Did you rid yourself of François?”
“Yes, it proved simple enough. A bit of laudanum in his wine.” He closed the door and leaned back against it. “But it’s not such an easy matter to get rid of you evidently.”
“Are you surprised to see me?”
“No.”
“I like your Captain De Laux. He’s very gruff but he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. Do you know he told me if I didn’t stop interfering he’d have me carried to the cabin and locked in? Very intelligent of him, don’t you think?”
“You’ve made a mistake. It took more strength than you know for me to let you go, and I have no intention of doing it again. I meant every word I said, Juliette.”
She forced herself to look at him and then wished she hadn’t. It was difficult to pretend to be casual when she saw the way he was staring at her. This wasn’t the Jean Marc who had held her and soothed her pain in the garden at the house on the Place Royale. This man was blade-sharp, blatantly sensual. “I know you did. Why do you think I told the captain I was to occupy your cabin? I thought it would save time to make things clear in the beginning.” She paused and whispered, “Ihaveto go on this journey, Jean Marc.”
“At the price of your virtue? I assume youarea virgin, since de Gramont failed to seduce you?”
She tried to shrug carelessly. “That’s not so high a price. I thought about it a long time and decided none of the women I admire are virgins. Madame Vigée Le Brun and Madame de Stael have intelligence and wit and they’re both reputed to have lovers. I shall have a salon and paint many famous people.” She put the sketch on the mattress beside her. “Shall we proceed? I’m a little nervous and I’d like to get it over with.”
“Oh, no.” Jean Marc straightened away from the door. “I have no intention of hurrying. That’s not the way it’s done, Juliette. The consummation of the game always comes last. We have several days at sea to allow me ample time to obtain the satisfaction I want from you.”
She studied him, trying to see beyond the smiling cynicism. “You don’t wish to fornicate with me now?”
“My dear Juliette, I wish that so much I’m hurting with it.” Jean Marc moved toward her. “A man is far more vulnerable than a woman in this kind of battle, but I’ve learned to control my body’s reactions over the years. I can wait.”
Juliette blinked. “Wait for what?”
He smiled. “Until you say,s’il vous plaît,Jean Marc.”
She felt as if he’d struck her. “You do want to hurt me.”
“I want only to win the game.”
“It’s the same thing.” She shook her head. “I won’t let you do that to me.”
“Yes, you will. Because you want it as much as I do. It’s been there between us since those days at the inn.”
“No, I never thought of—I wanted only to paint you.”
