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harmless flirtation.    Bestowing upon Tiffany his most charming
smile, Alex tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her the slightest bit
closer as he spun her about the floor.   “You know, I was afraid you might have forgotten about me, or our dance
that is, what with so many handsome young men vying for your attention this
evening.”
    Alex’s devastating smile, combined with the proximity of his
tall, muscular frame left Tiffany feeling breathless.   In that moment, she was completely oblivious to
every other person in the room, including those handsome young men to whom he
had referred, for each and every one of her senses was focused solely upon
him.   As she gazed into Alex’s eyes, her
smile was unconsciously provocative.    “I
could never forget you, my lord.”   Without intending to, her words came out in a husky whisper.   Ducking her head, she felt a blush warm her
cheeks as she realized how that must have sounded.
    Alex merely smiled.   “I’m glad,” he whispered, utterly captivated by Tiffany’s artless
sensuality.
    They danced in silence then, moving together in perfect
harmony as the fluid strains of the waltz surrounded them.   To Tiffany it seemed as if they were the only
two people in the room.   Unlike many of
her previous partners, Alex didn’t pursue idle conversation as they danced and
she was grateful, for she wanted nothing to distract her from each and every
delicious sensation that was coursing throughout her body.   Uncaring if her cheeks were still pink, she
lifted her gaze once again to Alex’s face, relishing in his nearness.   Oh how she wished she could run her fingers
along the chiseled line of his jaw, to feel the heat of his skin beneath her
fingertips.   Slowly, her gaze moved
higher, pausing for a moment upon his lips, before continuing upward to his
eyes.   His lashes were so long and dark,
perfectly accenting the incredible beauty of his unique eye color.  
    As their eyes met and held, Alex could literally see the
budding desire reflected in Tiffany’s gaze.   She looked like a woman who wanted to be bedded.   Christ!   Was she such an innocent that she didn’t
realize what a look like that could do to a man?   He tried to look away, to focus upon the
movement of his feet, to the sights and sounds around him, anything but the
undeniable longing he saw in her eyes, most certainly a mirror image of his own
damnable desire, but it was impossible.   It was as if an invisible tether held his gaze fastened to hers.   In that moment, the only thing that saved him
from giving in to the sudden, irrational impulse to drag Tiffany from the dance
floor in search of a secluded location to pursue what they clearly both wanted,
was the realization that the music had just come to an end.   Regaining his senses, he silently cursed
himself for allowing Tiffany Marlowe to once again affect him to such a
shocking degree.
    When the music ended, Tiffany could scarcely hide her
disappointment as the couples surrounding them began to leave the floor and she
was brought slowly back to reality.   Smiling shyly at Alex, she couldn’t help wondering if she had mistaken
the look on his face just seconds earlier, for his features were now perfectly
composed.   As he led her from the dance
floor, she struggled for something to say, but then she saw her father waiting
for them on the sideline, wearing an expression that could only be described as
oddly calculating.   She had only a moment
to ponder the peculiarity of it however, before it was swiftly replaced by the
artificial smile she was all too familiar with.
    “Chesterfield, I wonder if we might speak privately for a
moment,” the marquess requested as Alex and Tiffany approached.
    “Certainly,” Alex responded, his tone accommodating.   Perhaps Melbourne was finally ready to
discuss the reason for his recent stall tactics regarding the land deal.   He certainly hoped so, for he was about to
the end of his rope