Read To Love A Lord of London (Wardington Park; Raptures of Royalty) for Free Online Page B

subject. Now, he opened his home up to a few ‘like-minded individuals’ as a place of study and mathematical discussion. To Nathaniel, the man was a nut, but Mark, along with a few others, believed him to be a genius… not that those two characteristics couldn’t exist together.
    He’d just retaken his seat when a servant girl came over and asked if he needed more coffee.
    Nathaniel gestured to his cup.
    The woman began to pour, all the while giving Nathaniel what he assumed to be her most charming smile.
    “What though the radiance which was once so bright, be not forever taken from my sight.”
    The girl smiled and said, “You’re pretty well with words. You ever think about publishing a book?”

    N athaniel had to force his face from showing his disappointment at the woman for not knowing that the line had already been published in a book by William Wordsworth.
    When the woman’s smile began to fall, Nathaniel slid his into place, immediately causing the waitress’s own smile to return.
    “What a great idea,” he said. “Should it happen, I’ll make sure to dedicate it to you.”
    The woman’s smile grew, and then she skirted away, leaving Nathaniel to his thoughts. Had he been speaking to Amy, he wouldn’t have had this problem. Had he said the words to Amy, not only would she have known the author, but also the right book.
    He sighed thinking about their moment on the balcony two weeks ago. Tonight would be the first of many parties for the season, and Nathaniel had every intention of going… if only to see her again. He admitted to himself that the last time they’d spoken, it hadn’t gone well. He shouldn’t have told her that she’d fail at the season. Not then. Not when she’d been vulnerable enough to ask him if she was truly beautiful. He’d seen her weakness and gone for the kill… only to find that Amy hid an inner strength that defied every other woman he knew.

    H e’d slipped , losing his charm, which was something that didn’t usually happen.
    It was all Amy’s fault. She was the reason Nathaniel hadn’t been himself. He hadn’t been himself since that morning he had run into her. Upon Nathaniel’s arrival to London, women had begun to throw themselves at his feet, stepping over one another just to be near… and he’d turned them all away. Because of her.
    Dismissing Amy from his mind, he opened the manuscript and began to read.
----

6

CHAPTER
    SIX
    .
    .
    .
----
    “Don’t tell me she turned you down.” And then
    he laughed. “Oh, I like her much more now.”
----

.
    A my pulled the hood of her cloak further over her head and knocked on the door once more. She wanted to enter before anyone spotted her. The door opened, and a butler ushered her in. The house was dark, so she took the hood off and handed the coat to the butler as she started down the hallway. She already knew her destination.

    S topping in the study , she turned into the room, finding the space to be just as masculine as his office in the country.
    “You’re late.”
    She spun at the words. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
    “No!” Wardington shot up from his chair. “What did we say about response?”
    Amy’s shoulders dropped, and she blinked a few times, “I thought our lesson didn’t start until—”
    Walking toward her, he said, “Lessons begin the moment you walk into the door.” Coming to a stop less than a foot away from her, he whispered, “You’re late.” But this time, there was no annoyance in his voice, only patience in his green eyes.

    A my looked away and could hear his voice playing in her head—the instructions he’d been giving her for the past few weeks. She played his words in her mind. You’re late. Then, she cleared her throat and said, “Were you waiting on me, Your Grace?” Then she smiled and turned away, taking a seat by the fire.
    He chuckled, “Excellent. Never say what a man is expecting. Keep them intrigued.” He took the seat next to her. His eyes