When His Kiss Is Wicked

by Kaitlin O'Riley

  As much as Paulette loved the bookshop with all her heart and would be sad to lose it, maybe selling it and moving to the seashore would be for the best. Of course, Juliette would be thrilled by the news of leaving the shop. And Lisette would support any decision their mother made, while Yvette was too young to care what they did. If they sold the shop and moved, they would no longer have to worry about money, and Colette would not have to work so hard.

  Maybe Uncle Randall was right.

  Maybe she wouldn’t tell Colette after all.

  Chapter Ten

  How May I Help You?

  “Do we have a deal, then?” Colette asked, holding her breath in anticipation and fervent hope while staring at the barrel-chested man with wire spectacles standing in front of her. His impassive expression made it difficult for her to read his thoughts.

  Mr. Kenworth paused, considering and weighing his options. Then he nodded slowly. “Yes, I believe we do, Miss Hamilton.” Still he did not smile. “As I have said before, I’m not used to doing business with a woman. But I am impressed with your changes to the shop thus far, so we shall begin on a trial basis. I shall have the rest of the stationery delivered to you tomorrow morning. It has been a ple”—he stopped himself before saying “pleasure”—“interesting doing business with you. I look forward to a successful partnership with your shop.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Kenworth.” Colette could not help but grin, thrilled with the deal she had just negotiated to sell Mr. Kenworth’s fine stationery in the bookshop. He had been disinclined to work with her at first, but she finally won him over. She had already displayed some samples of his high-quality paper under the glass on the counter. Now her customers could order pens, ink, envelopes, and writing paper through her, and she would get a percentage of the profits from the Kenworth products.

  They shook hands across the counter, and when he placed his top hat on his head and turned to leave, she saw Lucien Sinclair standing behind him. As the bells jingled above the door signaling Mr. Kenworth’s departure, Colette stared silently at Lucien, her heart in her mouth. She had not even heard him enter the store. How long had he been standing there watching her? Her heart pounded at seeing him for the first time since she had kissed him with such reckless abandon, and her cheeks flushed profusely at the memory.

  “You do drive a hard bargain, Colette,” he stated, his eyes on her. “You’ll make a success of this shop yet.”

  “That is the general plan,” she managed to say, feeling an enormous sense of pride at his compliment.

  They both stared at each other. Lost in the depths of his green eyes, she knew instinctively that he was thinking about their wildly passionate kiss as well.

  “What are you doing here?” she finally blurted out.

  He laughed at her bluntness, his smile nearly knocking the wind out of her. “Isn’t the usual greeting in a shop, ‘How may I help you?’ Or do you greet all your customers this way?”

  Colette flushed, her stomach fluttering with nervousness. “You know what I meant.”

  “Yes, I did,” he admitted, “and in answer to your question, I’ve come to purchase more books from you.”

  “Oh, forgive me. I thought because of the other night…” she stammered weakly in sudden mortification, wishing the wood plank floor would swallow her up whole.

  “Yes. About the other night,” he began, his voice growing serious. “I owe you an apology for my behavior.”

  “You have already apologized for kissing me,” she whispered, feeling even more humiliated by his words.

  “You misunderstand. I’m not sorry I kissed you, Colette. In fact, I enjoyed our little interlude more than I care to admit. The fact is that I should not have taken such liberties with you in the first place.”

  “I think I asked you to kiss me.”

  He reached out a hand and tenderly brushed a stray curl from her cheek. His fingers massaged her skin, sending a thrill through her at his touch. “Perhaps,” he acknowledged with a slight nod of his head and a grin that melted her heart. “But I am a man who should know better.”

  “Your gallantry in helping me with Baron Sheffield was most appreciated. The least I could do was offer a kiss in return.” She managed to smile back at him.

  He was about to reply when the door to their quarters upstairs flew open and Paulette entered the shop.

  “It’s time for supper, Colette—Oh!” She stopped abruptly upon seeing Lucien Sinclair standing beside the counter. A wide smile lit up her young features. “Hello, Lord Waverly.”

  “Hello, Miss Hamilton.” He grinned warmly at her.

  “I’ll be up in a few minutes, Paulette,” Colette said, coming out from around the counter. “I just have to get some books for Lord Waverly.”

  “I have a wonderful idea!” Paulette exclaimed brightly. Giving Lucien an endearing glance, she asked, “Would you please do us the honor of dining with us this evening, Lord Waverly?”

  Horrified at her sister’s invitation, Colette exclaimed, “I’m sure he has other plans for the evening.”

  “Please?” Paulette asked, her eyes silently pleading with Lucien. “It would be lovely to have you dine with us.”

  Lucien eyed Colette briefly, as if assessing her opinion, before he turned his gaze back to Paulette. “I could not refuse such a persuasive invitation. And since I have no plans until later this evening, I would be honored to join your family for supper.”

  Stunned speechless, Colette stood frozen on the spot. Lucien Sinclair wanted to have dinner with her. And her sisters. And her mother. Why?

  “Oh, that’s simply wonderful!” Paulette declared with a jubilant toss of her blond head. “We hardly ever have visitors. Let me run up and tell the girls.” With that Paulette disappeared upstairs, leaving them alone once again.

  Colette looked at Lucien. “You are being very kind, but you really don’t have to stay to please my little sister.”

  “I’m not simply being kind to Paulette. I’m curious. Will I meet all of your family if I venture up those stairs with you?”

  “I’m afraid so,” Colette admitted with a rueful grin. “I can only imagine the furor going on up there when Paulette tells them the news. There’s still a chance for you to make a hasty exit while you can.”

  “And miss my first occasion to meet all five of the Hamilton sisters at once? Not on your life!”

  Colette felt an odd little thrill race though her at his use of the word “first,”’ which to her implied there would be more occasions to be with her family. Unable to ponder the meaning of that thought now, she said, “Just remember that you were fairly warned and you squandered your only opportunity to escape.” Colette stepped past him, intending to turn Paulette’s hand-painted ‘Open” sign on the front door of the shop to read “Closed.”

  “Please wait,” Lucien called out to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

  She spun around in surprise, feeling breathless at the closeness of him and reeling from the contact of his hand upon her body. His eyes rested on hers, and her stomach flipped wildly. The flecks of black in the green of his irises made his eyes appear dark and mysterious. His face inched closer to hers and the crazy sensation that he wanted to kiss her again raced through her. God help her, but she wanted him to kiss her!

  “May I do that?” he asked, pointing to the sign. “I’ve always wanted to.”

  Relief and disappointment rushed through her, but she laughed at his unexpectedly playful attitude. “You may.” She stepped aside and watched as he flipped the sign with an extravagant flourish.

  “Now what do we do?” he asked excitedly. With a look of delight on his face, Lucien appeared even more attractive, if such a thing were possible.

  “You have to pull down the shade and lock the door. There, with that key.” She pointed to a large skeleton key hanging from a long green ribbon on the wall.

  After locking up, he declared, “I’ve never closed a shop before.”

  “Well, congratulations
,” she said and closed the large leather-bound ledgers on the counter top, wondering at Lucien’s behavior. She had thought him a proper, stuffy lord, as Juliette called him. But he had handled Baron Sheffield like a prizefighter and kissed her as a thorough rogue would. Then he appeared in her shop, acting as excited as a little boy playing a game. And now he would join her family for supper. Nothing he did made any sense.

  He followed her as she dimmed the lamps around the shop, helping her reach the higher lamps. As the light faded, her heart raced. Why is he staying? Why does he want to meet my family?

  “Is that it?” he whispered close behind her, his voice as smooth as velvet.

  Slowly, she turned around to face him. “Yes, that’s it. The shop is officially closed.”

  In spite of the dimness she could see the angles of his face, the strong lines of his jaw, the planes of his cheekbones. He was so tall she had to tilt her head back to look at him. He made her feel incredibly small. He smelled good, of something clean but spicy. She suddenly found it hard to breathe as she stood with him in the growing darkness.

  “Colette?”

  She could feel his breath on her cheek as he whispered her name. With her heart pounding wildly, she carefully licked her lips, fighting a yearning desire to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him close to her. Tilting her head toward him in case he did intend to kiss her, she whispered in response to his saying her name, “Yes?”

  “Shouldn’t we go upstairs now?”

  Lucien followed Colette up the narrow staircase that led to the family’s living quarters above the shop. Not for the first time he wondered what the hell he was doing there. He had simply stopped by to purchase new books to read to his father. Now he had willingly consented to have supper with all the Hamilton women. What was he thinking?

  That was just it. He wasn’t thinking. At all.

  He’d been so tempted to kiss her just a few moments ago that he had to steel himself from doing what every nerve in his body cried out for. The feeling was even more overpowering now that he knew the delight of kissing her. He knew the feel of her sensuous lips, the seductive curve of her mouth, the taste of her sweet tongue. God, he wanted to taste her again.

  And he sensed without a doubt that she wanted it, too.

  She was truly a stunning woman. With her hair pulled back from her face and dressed in a businesslike shopkeeper’s attire, she was even more seductive than in the low-cut ball gown she wore the other night. Her high-necked dress only made him want to strip it off her, while loosening her long dark hair from its tight constraints and watching it tumble in silky waves to her waist. He wanted to crush her to him and…

  “Mother, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Lord Waverly. Lord Waverly, this is my mother, Genevieve Hamilton.”

  Lucien shook himself from his indecent thoughts of Colette as he stepped forward into a warm and inviting room to meet Colette’s mother. She seemed a frail woman and by all appearances, a neglected beauty. He immediately sensed a profound unhappiness within her as she gazed up at him from her place on the divan with the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

  “Good evening, Lord Waverly. Thank you for joining us, but you must excuse our simple meal, since we were not expecting guests this evening.” Her voice held the trace of a French accent and she gave Paulette a meaningful look, as if to say she did not approve of unexpected visitors being asked to dinner.

  Lucien smiled charmingly at her. “Thank you for having me, Mrs. Hamilton, but I could hardly refuse an invitation to dine with such lovely ladies. And if I may be so bold, it is quite apparent that your daughters inherited their beauty from their mother.”

  A smile lit her face, and for an instant Lucien could clearly see the beautiful woman she had been in her younger days. “Ah, you are a rogue, are you not, Lord Waverly? Tu es bien le plus beau, Monsieur le Comte,” she asked, somewhat flirtatiously.

  “Oh, he’s worse than that, Maman,” Juliette declared boldly from the small dining room. “He’s a gentleman!”

  Lucien turned to her. “Good evening, Miss Juliette. How lovely to see you again.” His tone clearly stated the opposite.

  She laughed, sticking her tongue out at him.

  “Juliette Sara! Tiens toi bien. Ne me fais pas honte!” Immediately Genevieve scolded her daughter. “Behave yourself! Lord Waverly will think you are ill-mannered.”

  Juliette flashed him a wicked grin. “He already knows that, don’t you, my lord?”

  Placing a gentle hand upon Lucien’s arm, Colette interrupted them, preventing Lucien from flinging a deserved retort back at Juliette and requiring him to focus his attention back to Colette.

  “I don’t believe you have met my sister Lisette.”

  Another Hamilton sister stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Again Lisette possessed the same facial structure as her sisters, yet there was more of an innate sweetness about her than the others had. She smiled shyly at him, her eyes full of friendly warmth. At least this one wouldn’t be throwing daggers at him.

  “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Lisette.”

  “It’s wonderful to meet you also,” she answered. “I hope you like roasted chicken, for that is what we are having for supper.”

  “If that is what smells so delicious,” Lucien said, suddenly aware of the grumbling of his stomach, “then I am surely in for a treat this evening.”

  Colette continued the introductions, presenting yet another sister to him. “And this is the baby, Yvette.”

  “I’m not a baby,” the youngest of the Hamilton sisters protested indignantly. “I’m thirteen!”

  A smaller version of Colette, but with blond hair in long braids, stood before him. Yvette, too, would be a stunningly beautiful woman. Lucien could not help comparing all of them to Colette. In his mind, she was the original. The other sisters were all copies.

  Yvette curtsied elegantly for him, stating with a dignified air, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lord.”

  He took her tiny hand in his, making a grand fuss over her. “The pleasure is mine, Miss Yvette. It’s an honor to make the acquaintance of such a lovely young lady.”

  Yvette preened and swished the skirts of her pink and white striped dress.

  Paulette rolled her eyes at her little sister’s antics and took Lucien by the arm, dragging him toward the small dining room. “Lord Waverly, you can sit at the head of the table,” she declared possessively, “right next to me.”

  Undoubtedly, Lucien had won over a devoted admirer in little Paulette.

  As he stood at the head of the table, it occurred to him that this was most likely their father’s place, and a disconcerting twinge of melancholy pinched at his heart. But then a flurry of movement surrounded him as the girls each took on a responsibility. Lisette and Colette helped their mother from the divan to her seat at the opposite end of the table, while Juliette, Paulette, and Yvette scurried to bring steaming dishes of chicken, roasted potatoes, and fresh bread to the table.

  Feeling rather useless, Lucien again wondered dazedly what he was doing there in this house with these six women. He really had no business being there at all. But there was no help for it now. In for a penny, in for a pound, as the old expression went.

  When all the ladies were seated, Lucien took his seat. With Colette to his right and Paulette to his left, he was well situated and surprisingly more comfortable in this female gathering than he would have ever imagined. Yvette said a short prayer of grace and the food was served and passed around without preamble. He had never been a part of such a simple, homey meal in his life, with not a single servant in sight. Lisette popped up to the kitchen now and then to get more of something, but everyone just helped themselves. And the food tasted even more delicious than it had smelled.

  “Monsieur le Comte, Colette has been rather reticent with the details on how you two met. Would you please enlighten me on how you happened to befriend my daughter?” Genevieve asked while moving the food around on her plat
e with her fork, but barely eating a bite.

  Lucien found six pairs of eyes in varying shades of blue staring at him. They were an amazing family and he felt somewhat beguiled by them. Here in their small rooms above a London bookshop they had created a haven in which he felt unexpectedly at home.

  “I had the good fortune of meeting your daughter one day in the shop while buying some books for my father, and then we became reacquainted at Lady Hayvenhurst’s ball, where I was introduced to Juliette as well.” He turned to Colette with a knowing smile. “And we seem to keep running into each other. We most recently met again in the garden at Lord Hutton’s.” He could not help but notice that Colette blushed at his secret reference to their kiss. He had wanted to see if he could get a reaction out of her and was pleased to see that he had.

  “Do you know Lord Eddington?” Paulette asked him, her sweet face full of curiosity.

  “Yes, he’s a very good friend of mine. Have you met him?”

  “Yes, he is a member of our ladies’ reading circle.”

  Lucien almost choked on the mouthful of wine he had just taken. “Is he now?” How very interesting. Jeffrey had only mentioned visiting the bookshop. The thought of Jeffrey as a member of some sort of reading group was ridiculous! What was he up to? And just which sister was he after?

  Paulette explained animatedly, “Yes. At first the reading circle was supposed to be just women, but we all voted unanimously to keep Lord Eddington in our group.”

  Yes, Lucien just bet it was unanimous where Jeffrey was concerned.

  “He’s a remarkable man and very knowledgeable about literature,” Juliette said without glancing up from her plate.

  “I had no idea,” Lucien remarked sardonically, detecting a suppressed smile on Juliette’s face.

  “Yes,” Colette added, nodding. “Lord Eddington brought some valuable insight to our discussion.”

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters, Lord Waverly?” little Yvette asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

  “No,” Lucien responded to her question. When he was growing up he had always wished for a brother or a sister. “I am an only child.”