Page 5 of Seduced By a Scoundrel

She reminded herself once more that she did not flinch. Certainly not now, when she was supposed to be swooning. She had always considered swooning to be dull business. Lounging about with all the structural integrity of cooked celery.

She could see the appeal now.

Just a little.

Keir was just so large and solid. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. She was not particularly short nor particularly slim. No one had ever picked her up like this.

It was inconvenient to discover she rather liked it.

“I don’t think swooning ladies smirk,” Keir pointed out, stalking down the hall.

“Wait,” she murmured against his cravat. She wanted to burrow her nose right into his throat.

Clearly, clearly too much resting was bad for the disposition.

She knew the rules. They never discussed them, but, regardless, they both knew the rules.

“Now what?” he demanded.

“Just move to the left a little.”

He shifted slightly. She snaked out to grab the betting book, tucking it in the folds of her dress. Then she closed her eyes properly for the few moments it took for him to carry her outside and resolved to enjoy it.

New experiences were important, after all.