Zachary Black: Duke of Debauchery (Dangerous Dukes 2)

But if she had succeeded in killing André, then it would have been an act of desperation on her part, of self-survival, rather than the cold-blooded murder she suspected his death to have been.

‘If you gentlemen will excuse us?’ Zachary’s narrowed gaze precluded there being any objections to his announcement as he took a firm hold of Georgianna’s arm to walk purposefully across to the other side of the room, well out of earshot of Lady Colchester’s other guests. A frown darkened his brow as he now looked down at Georgianna through narrowed lids.

‘You are hurting my arm, Hawksmere.’ She gazed up at him steadily, pointedly, while all the time keeping a smile of politeness upon her lips for the benefit of their audience. The curious glances in their direction by the ladies present were surreptitious, but there nonetheless. No doubt due to the fact that the two of them had once been betrothed to be married. To each other.

Zachary lessened his grip, but refused to release her completely, at the same time as his own expression remained one of bland politeness. No doubt also for the benefit of their audience. ‘I realise I am not your favourite person, Georgianna, but I do not think that ignoring me is in any way going to help quell the gossip, as this evening was predisposed to do, regarding our past broken betrothal,’ he muttered impatiently.

Zachary believed he was not her favourite person?

Georgianna’s feelings in regard to Hawksmere were now in such confusion that she no longer had any idea what she felt towards him. Despite the fact that he only had to touch her, it seemed, for her to melt into his arms.

Surely her reaction could be termed as being merely a physical response to a handsome and desirable gentleman?

Merely?

Her responses to Zachary were above and beyond anything Georgianna had ever experienced in her life before him. Not even that imagined love for André had filled her with such longings, such desires, as she felt when Zachary took her in his arms and kissed and caressed her.

Longings, and a desire, she had no right to feel for a man who would never be—could never be anything more to her than her reluctant guardian. And even that tenuous connection would very soon cease to exist.

Her chin rose defensively now. ‘Is it not enough that I am here, as you instructed me to be? I do not recall your having said I had to enjoy or like it?’ she added pointedly.

Zachary drew in an impatient breath. ‘You appeared to be enjoying the attentions of those other gentlemen just a few minutes ago.’

Georgianna arched a brow. ‘Was that not what I was supposed to do?’

As far as Zachary was concerned? No, it was not. In fact, he found he did not enjoy having any other gentleman within ten feet of Georgianna.

His jaw tightened. ‘I do not think it a particularly good idea for you to encourage a repeat of society’s past belief in your reputation as being something of a flirt.’

Her eyes widened with indignation. ‘You— I— You are insulting, sir!’

Deliberately so, Zachary acknowledged heavily. And knowing he was not endearing himself to Georgianna in the slightest by acting the part of the jealous lover.

Even if he knew that’s exactly how he felt.

He had hated every moment of watching Georgianna being flattered and admired by those other gentlemen this evening. Had wanted nothing more than to sweep her up in his arms and carry her off to a place no other man could look at her, let alone flatter and charm her into possibly falling in love with him.

Quite what Zachary was going to do about the heat of his own emotions in regard to Georgianna he had no idea, when she now gave every impression of disliking him intensely.

Was he, as her guardian, to be forced to stand silently by whilst some other man charmed and flattered her into falling in love with him?

Would he then have to welcome that suitor into his own home, when that gentleman came to ask his permission for seeking Georgianna’s hand in marriage?

Impossible.

Just the thought of it was enough to cause Zachary’s hand to clench into a fist at his side. He would not, could not, allow it. ‘Are you ready to leave this insipid entertainment?’ he prompted harshly.

Violet-coloured eyes widened in the pallor of Georgianna’s face. ‘If you have somewhere else you wish to go, then I am sure Jeffrey is more than capable of acting as my chaperon for the rest of the evening.’

‘The only somewhere else I wish us both to go is far away from here!’ Zachary bit out harshly, only to draw in a long and calming breath as Georgianna’s face became even paler at his vehemence. ‘I believe we need to talk further, Georgianna,’ he added softly.

Her brows rose. ‘About what, exactly?’

‘In private.’ A nerve pulse in his tightly clenched jaw. If he did not find himself alone with Georgianna in the next few minutes then he was afraid he was going to do something that would cause them both embarrassment. Not that he cared on his own behalf, but Georgianna was likely to be less forgiving if he caused a scene on her very first evening back into society.

And a Georgianna who felt angry and resentful towards him was not what he wished for at all.

Georgianna eyed Zachary warily, not sure that she wished to be anywhere private with him, when he was in his current mood of unpredictability. Not that he had ever been in the least predictable to her, but there was such an air of tension about him this evening she felt even more wary of him than she had in the past.