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She merely smiled back at him, satisfied to see how his fingers curled into fists at his sides. That, at least, gave her a modicum of satisfaction. Let him wallow in his own uncertainty. He’d no idea how much he’d wounded her. Just when she’d thought their marriage could be more than that of a silly girl being compromised by a desperate marquess. “Hand me my chemise. Now.”
“Theodosia.” He ran a hand through the tangle of his hair. “We’ll discuss this later when you are less overwrought.”
“No, we won’t. Your destruction of my character may leave meoverwroughtfor quite some time, my lord. My chemise, if you please.”
He ignored her, his jaw hardening.
Maybe her outrage over the whole situation was foolish. Most gentlemen would want to know if their wife had had a previous lover. She could see his point about the miniature and possibly other things. But since the day in her studio, Theo had grown used to Haven knowingher.And realizing that he didn’t was rather painful.
“Fine.” Theo threw aside the covers. After last night, she’d little shame over her body and certainly not with Haven. Bravely, she stood and walked with excruciating slowness across the room. Her hair fell around her shoulders, brushing against her waist as she moved. Deliberately, she paused to seductively brush a curl off her breasts.
A noise came from Haven, much like that of a wild animal. Or a feral tomcat.
She bent, picking up her discarded chemise, taking overly long to shake it out.
“Never fear, my lord. The enthusiasm I displayed for you which led to such unwelcome assumptions about me,” she flung the chemise over her head, “will not be repeated.”
