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her hands over her ears.  She clasped one hand to her stomach.  A
flutter danced its way back and forth, twirling across her body.  She
wondered if the champagne she drank earlier caused her discomfort.  Her
drawers felt damp.  One gloved hand wandered down to lay between her
legs.  Shocked at herself, Alexandra snatched her hand away.
    Lord
Reynolds kissed Lady Fellowes, pushing her down into the sofa cushions. 
The redhead, pinned in place against the couch, moved suggestively under Lord
Reynolds as he kissed her.  Alexandra saw the flick of his tongue against
the woman’s lips before he broke away from her.
    Lady
Fellowes narrowed her eyes as she regarded the man in front of her.
    “Oh,
my.” 
    Oh my
indeed! Alexandra panted
a bit.  She told herself it was only the thickness of the curtain and the
dust in the air.  Aunt Eloise said kissing was disgusting, particularly if
one kissed in the ‘French’ way.    Alexandra looked at Lady
Fellowes.  The woman did not appear disgusted.   Her face bore a
silly, blissful expression.  Alexandra thought perhaps her aunt’s opinion
of relations between a man and a woman had been colored by marriage to Odious
Oliver.
    Lord
Reynolds gently disengaged Lady Fellowes legs and took a step back from the
couch.  He watched the redhead with amusement.  “Caro, go back to the
ballroom.  Even though this has been a vastly amusing discussion .”
    Lady
Fellowes giggled.  Her gloved fingers wiggled at him, curling and begging
him to come closer.  “Have you lost your sense of adventure, Lord
Reynolds?”  She plucked at his trousers.
    “No, but I
have better sense than to tumble you in my host’s library during a ball.” 
Besides, didn’t you ask Danvers to escort you tonight?”
    Lady
Fellowes frowned a bit.  She put her hand between Lord Reynolds legs as if
she were massaging something.  
    Oh Good
Lord!  Intrigued, Alexandra continued to watch.  Lady Fellowes was
touching his… She covered her mouth as a small squeak emerged.  She knew
exactly what Lady Fellowes was touching.  
    Lord
Reynolds pushed the grasping hand away from his pants and chuckled
softly.  “Go back to the ball, Caro, before you are missed.” 
    Lord
Reynolds stepped away from Lady Fellowes’s grasping fingers and faced the
curtain.  His beautiful features looked thoughtful and a bit melancholy.
    Alexandra’s
heart gave a small, odd lurch.  Something about his countenance made her
want to comfort him.  Ridiculous as that sounded. 
    “Darling?”
    Lord
Reynolds walked over to the fireplace and poured himself a glass of Lord
Dobson’s brandy.  “You should not have followed me, Caro.  An
association with me would likely end any future match with Danvers.”
    Lady
Fellowes smiled. “I don’t give a fig for what Danvers thinks.  He’s only a baron.  You are a Marquess.  A gorgeous, lovely Marquess.”
    “Why how
very mercenary of you, Caro.  And you hardly out of mourning for your dear husband.  No doubt, you would mourn me just as fiercely.  You do make
a lovely widow.  Black becomes you.  I suppose you were hoping
someone would see us?”
    The sarcasm
of his words sliced across the room into the empty air, hanging above Lady
Fellowes like swords.  
    The redhead
frowned.   She flounced about the couch pretending to straighten her
clothing with an aggrieved air.  A calculating look came over her lovely
face.
    “Lord
Danvers is quite taken with me.”
     “I’m
sure he is.  Don’t let me keep you.” Lord Reynolds waved his hand at the
door.
    Lady
Fellowes did not care for his reply.  The redhead postured, thrust out her
chest and gave him a petulant look.
    Lord
Reynolds ignored her.
    She flipped
her head and allowed a bright red curl to dangle down her shoulder in a
fetching manner.  “Fine.  But should you come looking for me later
you shall have to fight Danvers for my attention.”
    “I stand
duly informed, Lady Fellowes.”  Lord Reynolds