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to say, invitations were highly coveted among the male members of the ton, which meant the entire damn country would be swarming with young bucks. Remy and Emma wouldn’t be able to ride through town without someone recognizing him. Fortunately, the party provided the perfect ruse for him to be in the country.
    Unfortunately, he would have to bring Emma with him and subject her to the spectacle that was Lord Hixby’s house party. The private party was on the outskirts of London, not too far from Pennington. The event would serve as their cover. He knew that Emma, despite her experience in Paris and wherever else, was probably not prepared for such public displays of affection. His hands tensed into fists, and anger settled in his stomach like soured milk as he thought of her seducing the Comte, with his beefy hands and rounded belly. Remy had played the images over in his mind again and again since Paris, always thinking about that bastard’s hands on Emma’s perfect body.
    There was a subtle knock on the door.
    “Gentlemen, I’d like to present Miss Emma Masterson,” Madam Dupree said, and then stepped aside.
    The creature that entered the room was not the same one he’d left in his parlor. Instead of the dark wool dresses he’d seen her in, Emma now wore a pale pink confection that accented her curves instead of hiding them. She had briefly dressed like this, though not quite so revealing, on their assignment in Paris. Of course that had been France and the fashions slightly different. And no matter what her clothes, Emma had a way about her, a no-nonsense way that proclaimed she was a lady of means, a lady with purpose. Even her walk was intentional, not the slow float that most ladies favored. But this dress, this dress was everything that was right about femininity. The soft color heightened the natural pink of Emma’s lips and cheeks. The décolletage revealed her perfectly plump breasts, and he had to keep himself from staring to see if it was his imagination, or if he could actually see the color of her areolas peeking above the neckline.
    “That is more appropriate for my mistress,” he said, coming to his feet. He walked around her in a circle, taking in the entire sight of her, knowing full well that his perusal of her would irritate her. He didn’t know if he did it for that reason or because he wanted to take his time and memorize every detail of her, because now that she was back in his sight, he knew he’d be damned reluctant to see her go again.
    She cocked her head in his direction. “I actually don’t require your approval,” she said tightly.
    “Regardless, you’ve got it, sweetheart.”
    Her eyes flared.
    He chuckled. “I’d love to see that passion, that fire, put to something more pleasurable and productive,” he whispered to her.
    Emma sucked in her breath but said nothing in response.
    He turned to Madam Dupree and gathered the woman’s hands in his. “Marvelous job, as usual. And you have, on order, everything else the lady requires?”
    “Yes, of course, My Lord. She has three dresses now, and the rest of the pieces shall be delivered by the end of the week. We’ll put a rush on everything.”
    “Thank you.” Remy nodded over the woman’s hands, and she cooed delightfully. “I shall make certain my solicitor pays you for expediting everything.”
    With that, the modiste and her assistants left the room, and Remy was left alone with Emma and Harrison.
    “Well, it looks as if the two of you are ready for your outing,” Harrison said. “Emma, you must trust Remy, he will ensure your safety. I have other matters to attend to before it gets too late in the day.”
    She nodded but said nothing. She stood there with her arms wrapped around herself. The stance was closed, unwelcoming, yet Remy felt quite invited to stare at her ample breasts. He forced himself to look away.
    “Despite our differences, we know how to work together,” he told Harrison. “See you in a few