'Are the young ladies of this season truly so easily won by a pleasing smile and absolutely nothing more? '

A chuckle. 'So you find my smile pleasing, My Lady? '

A few gasps. 'I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high. ' The scandal sheets were practically writing themselves. You could envision it already: 'The Rake and the Spinster 'the most unpromising match of the season! '

Of course, it was entirely Viscount Geto Suguru 's fault.

All because he simply had to saunter up to your little group at this evening soir 'e; he simply had to leave them swooning with a mere bat of his lashes. Feline eyes meandering down your body, you could catch the exact moment that his lips curled for a fight.

'And- ' You sniff, hand urging to pull back as he presses a lingering kiss on the back of your palm. '-only in your most fantastical dreams would I be 'your ' lady, Lord. '

You can feel Geto 's grin curl on your skin, 'For now. '