Page 8 of A Virgin for His Grace
"Ah." Devon's smile was enigmatic. "And do you disapprove of scandalous conduct in general, Miss Greystone, or merely when it appears in poetry?"
The question was clearly designed to disconcert her, and Arabella felt her cheeks warm with awareness of the subtext. "I believe, Your Grace, that there is a significant difference between appreciating artistic merit and condoning moral dissolution."
"How diplomatically phrased," Devon observed with evident amusement. "Tell me, do you consider my own conduct to be morally dissolute?"
Arabella's breath caught in her throat. This was dangerous territory indeed, fraught with implications that extended far beyond their professional relationship. Yet something in his expression, perhaps a challenge or a test of her honesty, compelled her to answer truthfully.
"I consider your conduct to be that of a man who believes himself accountable to no one," she said quietly. "Whether that constitutes moral dissolution is perhaps a matter of perspective."
Devon was silent for a long moment, studying her with an intensity that made her feel as though he could see straight through to her soul. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its earlier lightness.
"You have an interesting way of avoiding direct answers whilst appearing to provide them, Miss Greystone. It is a skill that will serve you well in society."
"I learned long ago that honesty must sometimes be tempered with discretion," Arabella replied. "Particularly when one is dependent upon the goodwill of others."
"Correct." Devon pushed away from the mantelpiece and moved closer to her chair, close enough that she could detect the familiar scent of his cologne. "However, I find myself curious about your untempered opinions. What do you truly think of me, Miss Greystone? Not the diplomatic version designed to preserve your position, but your honest assessment."
Arabella looked up at him, taking in the aristocratic features that had haunted her dreams, the dark eyes that seemed to see too much and the mouth that had come so dangerously close to claiming hers in Lord Godric's folly. Here was her opportunity to tell him exactly what she thought of his arrogant presumption, his casual destruction of her reputation, his assumption that wealth and rank granted him the right to treat others as pawns in his personal games.
Instead, she found herself remembering Livia's words about sacrifice and protection, about a man who had given up his own dreams to care for a traumatized sister.
"I think," she said slowly, "that you are a man of contradictions, Your Grace. Capable of great kindness and great cruelty, often in the same breath. I think you use your reputation as a shield to prevent others from seeing the parts of yourself you consider too vulnerable to expose."
Devon's eyes widened slightly, as though her assessment had struck closer to the mark than he had expected. For a moment, the mask of cynical sophistication slipped, revealingsomething raw and almost wounded beneath.
"And do you find such contradictions... troubling?" he asked, his voice rougher than it had been moments before.
Arabella's heart began to pound as she recognized the shift in the atmosphere between them. They were no longer employer and employee discussing professional matters, but a man and woman circling around an attraction that neither quite dared to acknowledge.
"I find them human," she whispered, unable to look away from his compelling gaze. "We are all contradictions, Your Grace. The difference is that most of us lack the power to indulge our baser impulses without consequence."
Devon moved closer still, until he was standing directly beside her chair, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his tall frame. "And if one possessed such power, Miss Greystone? What then?"
"Then one would be faced with a choice," Arabella managed, her voice barely above a whisper as she tilted her head back to maintain eye contact. "To use that power responsibly, or to become the very monster that society already believes one to be."
For a heartbeat, the silence stretched between them, charged with an electricity that made the air itself seem to shimmer. Devon's hand moved as though he intended to touch her face, to trace the curve of her cheek as he had in the folly, and Arabella felt herself swaying toward him despite every rational thought screaming at her to maintain her distance.
Then, as if from a great distance, the sound of footsteps in the corridor beyond broke the spell, and Devon stepped back abruptly, his expression settling once more into its habitual mask of polite indifference.
"An enlightening conversation, Miss Greystone," he said coolly, though she noticed that his hands trembled slightly as he smoothed his already-perfect cravat. "I believe we understand each other admirably."
Arabella nodded, not trusting her voice as she struggled to regain her composure. What had just passed between them felt far more intimate than their encounter in the folly, charged with an awareness that went beyond mere physical attraction.
"Indeed, Your Grace," she managed finally. "I trust you are satisfied with my... qualifications for the position."
Devon's smile was sharp with self-mockery. "More than satisfied, Miss Greystone. I begin to think that you may prove to be exactly the companion my sister requires."
The words held layers of meaning that neither of them was prepared to explore, and Arabella rose from her chair with as much dignity as she could muster.
"If that is all, Your Grace, I should like to spend some time with Livia before dinner. Perhaps we might discuss her preferences for tomorrow's activities."
"Of course." Devon moved to the door, holding it open for her with exquisite courtesy. "I shall see you both at dinner. Six o'clock in the small dining room, as I mentioned."
Arabella paused in the doorway, acutely aware of his proximity as she prepared to pass him. "Your Grace?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you," she said quietly, meeting his dark gaze with steady sincerity. "For your kindness to your sister, and for offering me this opportunity to serve her. I shall not disappoint you."
