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Chapter 2:

Lady Krux finished doing her hair and let it hang around her shoulders, giving off another facet of her personality. She had agreed to escort her husband for the simple reason that she needed to meet new people. Those she knew had only given her problems! Not that she has complained about it, far from it, she actually just wanted to laugh! She did not anticipate a fabulous evening because many of Philip's friends would probably be there, but she knew that she could have some fun! She went down to join Krux, who was waiting for her with a gaping smile. She hated seeing him looking like he had just won! Oh he had charm too, and if they had met under any other circumstance she would have probably fallen under his magnetism. But something in him had taken her away from the beginning, even from several metres. Although his blue eyes and child-like smile attracted glances, she grew tired of him! To put it simply, she did not love him. She resigned herself,took his arm, and followed him into the car.

-You are beautiful Marguerite, he noticed once she sat near him.

-Really? she asked ironically, then you should ask yourself some questions about these twelve years in my company Lord Krux!

Her husband rolled his eyes . She had promised to herself to make his life insupportable. She hoped that he began to curse this pact they had made together. In fact, twelve years ago, she had assured him that she would marry him and share the jewellery that Adrienne had promised to him if he ordered to his men to let her friend live... But she knew now that her best friend was dead in spite of Lord Krux's promises. They had gotten married in Monte Carlo... Then, Philip had decided to return to London. She would have been able to break their pact, but she became a Lady, and being a spy, she was too well placed to amass information for England.

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Lord John Roxton took a glass of Whisky which irradiated his throat with a heat that he worshipped. He was in a corner with some beautiful young ladies. One, called Elizabeth, gave him her undevoted attention, using a pleasant tone on each of her sentences. The second, Kathy, smiled ceaselessly., and the last one, Betty, took on a seducer's airs. Usually, he would have taken pleasure in bewitching them more, but he was not in the mood for that. Especially, when the creature of his dreams captivated his attention. He recognized Lady Krux who had haunted his thoughts during these last three days! Luck was, for once, in his favour! He looked at her smiling politely and he easily imagined her genuine smile.

-Lord Roxton, are you listening to me? asked the blonde in front of him.

-yes... yes... he answered vaguely, staring relentlessly at every gesture of the women who attracted his somplete attention.

-Then? The women insisted.

-Forgive me ladies, maybe next time.

He left them with those absent-minded words, and went to Lady Krux who was standing away from the guests, towards the wall.

-What do you mean maybe next time?! I asked you which animal you prefer to hunt! The young blonde wondered.

Roxton laughed inside, and went behind the woman who occupied every fibre of his brain! Noticing her bare shoulders, he was not able to resist sliding a hand along her arm.

Marguerite shivered, turning around deftly to compress the hand of …

-You! She exclaimed as if she had seen a ghost.

-Indeed, me! He laughed at her reaction. She was apparently surprised.

-What are you doing here?

-I could ask you the same question! I'm a «friend» of Lord Karson...

Marguerite raised an eyebrows. The world certainly was too small... Because she still did not know this man's name. In spite of herself, she asked:

-And you are?

-Lord Roxton, and your name?

-Marguerite... well, sorry my lord, but...

-You don't want to dance? He said before she could run away a second time.

Marguerite almost emitted a tense laughter. Rare were the times that she felt so upset by a glance and it was seriously beginning to annoy her! Dancing with him would be a complete suicide for her feelings! After this evening, she would have no more occasion to see him.

-Ok... She said not knowing what she was thinking!

Roxton did not take more than ten seconds to take the hand of the young lady and to entail her onto the dance floor. He held her close and began a waltz. She was really beautiful, although she was the feminine kind that he avoided. Always too sure of herself, arrogant, and without doubt a very good liar! The first time he had seen her, he had fast classified her as a beautiful beautiful distinguished lady. But today, she seemed more natural with her long hair sliding around her shoulders and her face had something wild, emphasizing the magnificent lines of her face. Her eyes, that he couldn't stop gazing into, gave her an air of naughtiness and mockery. No woman had ever succeeded in bringing him to such confusion. Not surprising were the appreciative glances that the gentlemen gave her. And her perfume... god it was more than a delicious smell.

Marguerite would certainly have touched his beautiful face, if only her independence did not get in the way... She didn't know this man. This man who looked at her as no man ever had before. He was keeping his gaze deep in hers, almost without blinking. That intimidated her slightly, because her heart beat with too big knocks. She felt him tighten their embrace while she tried vainly to remain unmoved. Why was she so certain that they have danced before? Damn... As she stopped, she had another «vision»... They were in a treehouse and classical music was playing on the gramophone. She laughed when Roxton danced too fast, making her flutter. They laughed like two little children until the music stopped.

-Are you okay? Asked the occupant of her visions, returning her to the reality.

-Yes, it was a pleasure to meet you Lord Roxton, she said walking quickly towards the exit.

Roxton frowned, lowering his head to discover the necklace that Marguerite had worn. He wondered, at least five times, why he followed her to return it to her. Because honestly she did not please him as much as his body wanted to persuade him! Well he decided to give back what belonged to her, he followed her to the exit where he intercepted her before she got down stairs. They were outside, face to face, in front of the door.

-Let me go! Why you are you following me? I danced with you and I said goodbye! What don't you understand?

-Hey, take it easy! I never tried to seduce a woman with so much coldness, anyway you are not the kind of woman I appreciate. I followed you because you dropped your necklace.

Marguerite abruptly took her pendant. She wasn't his kind? That was funny! Was it not him who had invited her to dance? Was it not him who came to her? If he was just trying to amuse himself with her, he was really going to regret it!

- I suppose that I should thank you? She murmured slowly, approaching him.

Roxton raised an eyebrow, sending her a small smile as an answer. She put a hand around his neck and when he came closer to kiss her, she answered with passion during a small moment, then she bit his lip. She looked at him, moving back two steps with a smirk. Thus, she declared:

-I'm not a game John Roxton and...

-Forgive me? He cut in, what did you call me?

-John Roxton, is it not your name? She was getting impatient.

-Yes, but I never told you my first name!

He was right... How had she known? She had pronounced his name on an impulse as if she had always known his name...

-Doesn't matter! She shouted, going down the stairs.

A car was waiting for her. She climbed in the back and ordered her driver to leave, without Krux.

John would have held her, but an image and words came to him, as if he was there. Marguerite kissed him, like today, and took on a roguish air and said to him:

-I am not a cpnquest Lord Roxton, and anytime you wish to throw me to the wolves, I suggest you try, you might be surprised which one of us get eaten.

My god he was convinced he had had something with this woman! He ran to his car and was about to follow the young lady, only he didn't know where she lived. Then he swore to himself to know her better! He was going to put his hostility and his 'macho man' remarks aside because this woman intrigued him excessively!

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