The sky hung low, the clouds threatening to open at any moment, but the gloomy weather did nothing to detract from the splendor of the Georgian manor house. Two marble staircases curled to a portico covering the massive double doors, where Lord Elkin stood watching her arrival with his hands clasped behind his broad back. His rugged features broke into a polite smile, and she could see from the light in his cobalt eyes that he was pleased she had accepted his invitation. "Lady Rivenhall, I am delighted that you have honored us with your presence," he said, drawing her gloved hand to his lips. "It is my honor to have been invited, my lord," she replied with a slight curtsy that provided Lord Elkin a better view of her breasts. He noticed, and was smiling appreciatively when he offered her his arm. "Adams will show you to your rooms. We shall gather at seven in the parlor for refreshment before we dine." He held her eyes as he bowed and lifted her hand to his lips in one fluid movement of graceful seductiveness.
