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“Now that was truly brilliant,” Lady Myerson breathed. “It was haunting, yet joyous. Who inspired that piece?”
Cameron cleared his throat. “It was another private commission.”
“Indeed? I could have sworn it was a love song.”
“No,” Cameron lied.
“You’re a remarkable talent, Mr. Price.”
“You’re too kind.”
“Rubbish. I am never kind, as those who know me will attest.” She smiled. “In fact, I’m rather wicked.”
“Indeed?” Cameron eyed Lady Myerson’s seductive mouth.
“Oh, yes.” She looked up as a footman entered the room. “Ah, I believe our meal is ready to be served. Come join me, won’t you?”
Cameron stood up and followed Lady Myerson to the table, seated her, and then himself. A footman placed a steaming bowl of carrot soup before him. The meal was delicious, and Cameron enjoyed Lady Myerson’s company. She was interested in his work, and was not at all surprised or bothered by the fact that he was self-taught. He told her of his family, and she told him a bit about hers. She had been a commoner before she married Myerson, so the two of them shared similar philosophies about life. After dessert, when the footman had cleared the table, Lady Myerson poured two glasses of port and bade Cameron to join her on a cozy loveseat. As the dinner conversation had been free of innuendo, he did so, thinking that her interest in him was solely as a composer. It became apparent, however, that he was mistaken.
“Mr. Price,” Lady Myerson began, “you probably know that I have made several generous contributions to Zachary’s fledgling theatre.”
“As I’ve only been with the theatre for little more than a week, my lady, I’m afraid I’m not aware of all of our benefactors. However, I personally thank you for your support. I hope you won’t find it misplaced.”
“Oh, surely not. If anyone can make a go of it, Zachary can. Of that I am certain. In the meantime, however, I might be willing to make another gift.”
“Your generosity is very much appreciated.”
“Just how much do you appreciate my generosity, Mr. Price?”
“My lady?”
“Cecilia, please.”
“If you wish.” Cameron’s throat constricted. He had an urge to loosen his cravat, but he sat stiffly. What to do with his hands?
“Do you know where Myerson is this evening?”
“Why would I know that?”
“He’s with his mistress,” Lady Myerson said. “He sees her several times a week. I’m afraid he doesn’t see to my needs as he should.”
“I’m…sorry, my lady.”
“I find you very attractive, Mr. Price.” She ran her fingers lightly over his hand. “I think we could get along very well together.”
“You’re not suggesting…”
“No, I’m not suggesting. I’m asking. I’d like you to take me to bed.”
Cameron jerked backward. He hadn’t expected her to be so blunt.
“Do you find me attractive, Mr. Price?”
“Well, yes. Of course I do, but—”
“Surely you’re not so naive as to think I invited you here merely for dinner?”
“I was under the impression that I would be dining with you and your husband,” Cameron said. “But when I found him absent, I had a pretty good idea what you were after.”
