"You're too quiet," he said. "And I'm certain you didn't come here to watch me work."

Lucien had removed his jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Something about his casualness and absorption in his task made her hot. The sight of his bare forearms and strong hands made her ache. The way he muttered over contracts filled her with contentment. After years of watching Hugh struggle with money, she admired Lucien's easy handling of it.

A "domesticated pirate" is what Fontaine had called him. Julienne agreed and found it thrilling.

"I quite enjoy watching you work," she murmured.

"Is that so?" Lucien grinned and set aside his quill. "I quite enjoy having you here. I wasn't certain I could accomplish much with you so close at hand, but actually I find your presence quite stimulating."

"That's because you're a scoundrel."

Leaning back in his chair, he asked, "How are things progressing with Fontaine?"

Julienne shrugged. "Yesterday he took me to the Royal Academy of Art. He wishes to ask Montrose permission to pay his addresses and asked if I was open to his interest."

Lucien stiffened. Not yet. "What did you say, my love?"

She picked restlessly at her skirt. "I asked him if he loved me."

Lucien swallowed hard. "And how did he reply?"

"He believes he can grow to love me, given the time."

"Did you tell him you would accept his suit?"

Julienne met his gaze with a reproving frown. "You know I would not be here with you if I had. I asked him to wait until the end of the Season, as you and I discussed."

"He must have been curious as to your reasons."

"Of course. I told him there was the possibility that someone I cared for could grow to love me as well, and I wanted to allow the other man sufficient opportunity to do so."

"Bloody hell," Lucien muttered, with a rueful laugh. "I've always loved your honesty, but for Christ's sake, did you have to be so blunt with him? No man wants to hear he's running in second place." He grinned suddenly. "But finding out he's first is very pleasant."

"I told him he shouldn't settle for anything less than love either. He admired my honesty and agreed to respect my wishes." She bit her bottom lip. "He did say he would put up a fight."

Lucien was tempted to reveal his feelings, but feared Julienne would think he was only trying to outmaneuver Fontaine. So instead he rose from his desk and locked the door. He moved to sit beside her and took her hands in his. "Sweetheart, any man would fight for you. I intend to fight for you."

She gave him an arch look. "It's extremely disheartening to know that the two men who wish to marry me find falling in love with me such a chore."

"Sometimes it takes a man a while to realize he's found what he didn't even know he was looking for."

"Ha," she scoffed. "Pretty it up all you like. It will not change the cold, hard facts."

Lucien pulled her hand to his throbbing erection. "It's definitely hard, love." He grinned. "But it's not cold."

Julienne's eyes widened just before she laughed with delight. "Lucien Remington, you are without a doubt the most lascivious man I have ever met."

He pressed his lips to her throat. "That's partly your fault. You tempt me constantly, and it's been a while since I last found any relief."

"Shall I relieve you, darling?" she asked in a breathless whisper. "I would love to." She gave his cock a firm squeeze.

"Jesus." Lucien buried his face in her neck with a tortured groan. "You are perfect for me. Surely you see that."

"I'm not the one you have to convince." She placed her hands against his chest and pressed him backward, crawling over him with a playful glint in her dark eyes. "But allow me to give you some added things to consider."

"Such as?"

"Such as how the sight of you at your desk makes my heart race."

He arched a brow.

"And the way you look with your shirtsleeves rolled up." She licked her bottom lip. "Why, it inspires positively carnal feelings in me."

"Carnal feelings?" His eyes widened, even as his cock swelled further. Lord above, how he loved this woman.

"Yes." Cool fingertips brushed his hair back from his face. "And your hair. I just love it. It's thick and soft like spun silk."

Just as she stretched her body along his, someone tried the knob and then knocked on the door. "Mr. Remington?"

"Go away!" he growled, "if you'd like to remain employed." Lucien raised his head to capture Julienne's lips, slipping his tongue between them to taste her sweetness.

There was a weighted pause. "Yes, sir, but Lord Fontaine respectfully requests a moment of your time."

Julienne slid off of him in an instant. Lucien glanced at the door and saw the dark outline of his secretary through the oval-shaped watered glass.

"Good heavens! What does he want?" She glanced down at him. "And what horrid timing."

"Fontaine is a damned nuisance," he complained.

"Hush, or he'll hear you." She bent over and picked up her book. Before she could turn away, he grabbed her wrist and drew her to him, kissing her with deep possessiveness.

"Umm… Mr. Remington… sir?" inquired the secretary hesitantly.

"Give me one damned bloody minute!" he yelled.

"Of course, sir," came the obviously shaken voice.

"What a horrid temper you have, Lucien Remington," Julienne teased as she opened the hidden panel in the wall. She stopped before she made her way upstairs. "You know, one of these days I would like to see your home. Your taste is excellent, I would wager it's one of the finest in London."

Lucien ran a hand through his hair to restore some order to the disheveled locks. "Marry me, and my home will be yours." He gestured around him. "Everything I have can be yours."

"It's your heart I want." She blew him a kiss before she shut the panel behind her.

Taking a deep breath, Lucien unlocked the door and returned to his desk. The flushed secretary came in bearing Fontaine's card, and a moment later returned with Lord Fontaine.

As the marquess entered, Lucien reluctantly admitted that the peer was a formidable opponent for Julienne's hand. Fontaine radiated aristocratic privilege from every pore. Tall, with the light-footed grace of a predatory cat, he had an austere, golden beauty. Dressed in light taupe trousers, with matching striped silk waistcoat and brown jacket, he was an impressive sight.

Fontaine settled into a chair and glanced around Lucien's office. "Impressive, Mr. Remington."

"What can I do for you, my lord? I was"-he paused a moment in delicious remembrance-"wrapped up in something important."

"So I gathered," the marquess drawled, with caustic amusement. "I shall get to the point straight away."

"I wish you would."

Fontaine crossed his ankle over his knee, settling into the chair with casual arrogance. "I'm here to pay Lord Montrose's debt to your club."

Lucien kept his face impassive as he rose and went to the sideboard. "Care for a brandy?"

"Thank you," Fontaine said. "I would."

Lucien poured two rations. "Did Montrose send you?"

Fontaine took the offered snifter before answering. "No, but I will have to settle the debt eventually. I would rather see to it now."

Lucien resumed his seat and spun his snifter slowly between his hands. "It is not your responsibility."

"You've never quibbled before, Remington. I have it on good authority that you will take a payment on a debt from anyone." Fontaine's voice turned derisive. "Just so long as you get paid."

Lucien tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment. He wasn't a fool. Money was money, and he never turned it down, especially when it was his own being returned to him. "This situation is different. I've already made arrangements with Montrose. Your assistance is not required, nor is it welcome."

Fontaine's eyes narrowed. "Why are you so eager to hold his debt?"

"Why are you so eager to pay it?"

"I'm marrying his sister, Lady Julienne. I want Montrose's finances to be in order so Julienne feels free to marry without worrying about her brother's affairs."

"Ah," Lucien murmured, with a tight smile. "Shall we be honest? You hope to marry Lady Julienne, and you wish to pay off Montrose's debt so she feels obligated to marry you."

Fontaine stiffened the instant before he downed his brandy in one swallow. He set his empty glass on the edge of Lucien's desk. "You are the other gentleman she referred to, are you not?"

"I am."

"Are you attempting to buy a highborn bride with a gentleman's debt?"

"I'm not buying anything. I have no hold on Julienne other than her affection for me."

The marquess snorted. "If you had any care for her at all, you would want her to marry someone of her station. Her feelings for you will ruin her life, and you know it."

"Spare me your aristocratic entitlement," Lucien bit out. "I can give her everything you can except for your blasted title. I can assure you, my love for her will more than make up for that."

Fontaine's crossed ankle began to flex rhythmically in agitation. "Well, well. I have always acknowledged your excellent taste, Remington. I see it extends to all areas of your life. But you fail to see that with my title come privileges like social acceptance and respect. Doors will slam shut in her face if she weds you. Will your love be enough to soothe her pride when that happens?"

"Will your title soothe her loneliness when you're warming another woman's bed?" he retorted.

Fontaine flushed.

The two men eyed each other carefully before Fontaine spoke. "I'll make taking her away from me as difficult as possible, Remington."

"I would expect nothing less. But don't forget, Lady Julienne is a very intelligent woman. She will decide what is best for her without any help from either of us." Lucien gestured toward the door. "I think we're done here."