Now he was seeing the wronged goddess, intent on victory. It was astonishing and, admittedly, a tiny bit scary. It was also incredibly arousing, and in between the plans that she repeated to him just one more time, he kissed her neck, her ears, her shoulders. He knew very well this new plan was not wise, but neither had been his initial deception. And something had to happen. Thus far Mansfield had said nothing, and Luc did not know if his identity would be revealed, if he would continue the pretense of tutor at least until the part was over, or if Mansfield would throw him out. But Bianca was forcing everyone’s hand and Luc was willing to let her. After all, this new plan allowed him to kiss her, here in the privacy of the library, in the quiet hour when most of the guests were dressing for dinner. “We’ll go to Paris for our honeymoon,” he whispered, interrupting her worried commands.
