lord. Her American humor is sometimes odd.”
Kessen felt her face redden as she looked up at Christian with a tense smile. “My lord?” she asked, her voice slightly wavering.
“At your service.” He bowed over her hand and kissed it. Kessen did not miss the amusement on his face as he released her fingers.
“I, uh…” She couldn’t find words; they seemed somehow locked in her fuzzy brain. “I thought you worked for Newberry and Co.”
****
It was hands-down the best night of Christian’s life, and the look on Kessen’s face was the highlight. She had no idea, but of course she didn’t. He hadn’t told her his last name, and here she had gone and told him all about doing an Internet search for his family. It was perfect, and he would make sure she would never live it down.
He hadn’t meant to do it this way; in all actuality, he had it planned out a lot better. His original idea was to torture her with his presence until she slapped him in front of the most powerful people he knew. But after the comments heard in the kitchen and the look of bravery on Kessen’s face, he realized he couldn’t go through with it.
Instead, he decided to save the day, and was enjoying that decision immensely.
“He does work for Newberry and Co., dear,” her grandmother answered emphatically. “Christian Vandenbrook has been an asset to your father’s operations here in London.”
Kessen’s grandmother winked in his direction. It took all the strength he could muster to keep himself from laughing.
Kessen’s face had paled again. She actually looked quite ill. “Vandenbrook,” she repeated softly. For some reason, her lips saying his last name gave him an odd twinge of pleasure. He liked it.
“Vandenbrook?” she said, a little higher pitched this time.
“Time to go!” he announced, grabbing her hand for another dance.
“Wha—?” Kessen’s vocabulary was slowly deteriorating.
“America, I had no idea you could be so eloquent. Tell me, is it my title, my fortune, my good looks, or my ability to save you from this disastrous event which is the reason for your inability to speak?”
She didn’t answer. She glared. He loved it. She continued to glare throughout the entire dance. He would die a happy man, if a girl would treat him like he was the scum of the earth. How he tired of women who were constantly trying to impress him.
Kessen Newberry didn’t care about him. In fact, she probably despised him, which ironically put him in an even more cheerful mood—which he didn’t think possible.
Looking into her eyes meant he might actually start to like her, so he attempted to grin at those staring at him from around the room. “Kessen, you should stop glaring at me. People will think we hate each other.”
“They’ll be correct,” she seethed, though her expression was flawlessly beautiful and lit up in quite an enchanting forced smile.
“Was that so difficult?” he murmured against her ear, sending irritating shivers down his own spine.
She let out a fake laugh. “You have no idea how much I loathe you.”
“The line between love and hate is very thin, America.”
She clenched his hand tightly. “I want to cause you bodily harm.”
He grunted. “Spoken like a true American woman. Tell me, do you ever stop thinking and analyzing and talking long enough to just be?”
“Be what?”
“Just be. I don’t know—exactly what you were created for, to just enjoy the moment.”
She sighed. “If you want me to tell you I enjoy dancing with you, you can just say so.”
“No, sweetheart, I don’t think I need you to tell me anything. Your body says it all.” He felt his smile deepen as the crimson crept all the way down her neck.
Her arm pulled possessively around his neck as she leaned in and whispered, “I despise you.”
“Like I said before, hate and love are divided by a very fine line.” He leaned in close enough to kiss her, then panicked when he realized that was exactly
Kessen felt her face redden as she looked up at Christian with a tense smile. “My lord?” she asked, her voice slightly wavering.
“At your service.” He bowed over her hand and kissed it. Kessen did not miss the amusement on his face as he released her fingers.
“I, uh…” She couldn’t find words; they seemed somehow locked in her fuzzy brain. “I thought you worked for Newberry and Co.”
****
It was hands-down the best night of Christian’s life, and the look on Kessen’s face was the highlight. She had no idea, but of course she didn’t. He hadn’t told her his last name, and here she had gone and told him all about doing an Internet search for his family. It was perfect, and he would make sure she would never live it down.
He hadn’t meant to do it this way; in all actuality, he had it planned out a lot better. His original idea was to torture her with his presence until she slapped him in front of the most powerful people he knew. But after the comments heard in the kitchen and the look of bravery on Kessen’s face, he realized he couldn’t go through with it.
Instead, he decided to save the day, and was enjoying that decision immensely.
“He does work for Newberry and Co., dear,” her grandmother answered emphatically. “Christian Vandenbrook has been an asset to your father’s operations here in London.”
Kessen’s grandmother winked in his direction. It took all the strength he could muster to keep himself from laughing.
Kessen’s face had paled again. She actually looked quite ill. “Vandenbrook,” she repeated softly. For some reason, her lips saying his last name gave him an odd twinge of pleasure. He liked it.
“Vandenbrook?” she said, a little higher pitched this time.
“Time to go!” he announced, grabbing her hand for another dance.
“Wha—?” Kessen’s vocabulary was slowly deteriorating.
“America, I had no idea you could be so eloquent. Tell me, is it my title, my fortune, my good looks, or my ability to save you from this disastrous event which is the reason for your inability to speak?”
She didn’t answer. She glared. He loved it. She continued to glare throughout the entire dance. He would die a happy man, if a girl would treat him like he was the scum of the earth. How he tired of women who were constantly trying to impress him.
Kessen Newberry didn’t care about him. In fact, she probably despised him, which ironically put him in an even more cheerful mood—which he didn’t think possible.
Looking into her eyes meant he might actually start to like her, so he attempted to grin at those staring at him from around the room. “Kessen, you should stop glaring at me. People will think we hate each other.”
“They’ll be correct,” she seethed, though her expression was flawlessly beautiful and lit up in quite an enchanting forced smile.
“Was that so difficult?” he murmured against her ear, sending irritating shivers down his own spine.
She let out a fake laugh. “You have no idea how much I loathe you.”
“The line between love and hate is very thin, America.”
She clenched his hand tightly. “I want to cause you bodily harm.”
He grunted. “Spoken like a true American woman. Tell me, do you ever stop thinking and analyzing and talking long enough to just be?”
“Be what?”
“Just be. I don’t know—exactly what you were created for, to just enjoy the moment.”
She sighed. “If you want me to tell you I enjoy dancing with you, you can just say so.”
“No, sweetheart, I don’t think I need you to tell me anything. Your body says it all.” He felt his smile deepen as the crimson crept all the way down her neck.
Her arm pulled possessively around his neck as she leaned in and whispered, “I despise you.”
“Like I said before, hate and love are divided by a very fine line.” He leaned in close enough to kiss her, then panicked when he realized that was exactly
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