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Chapter 3:

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-I can't believe they disappeared without a trace! Veronica said, avoiding the leaves that whipped back in her face.

-They are probably somewhere on the plateau... they were supposed to bring back some rubber... Challenger noted.

-Yes, but what if what if they got transported like you and Finn did?

-Well, they would be back because I'm here...

-I hope that you're right, lets camp for the night!

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In the morning, Marguerite opened her eyes, awakened by the light of the sun that passed through the window. It was a little late, but it was good to be a little lazy! She resolved to get up however. She put on her dressing gown, then left the room. Philip, naturally, had spent the night out. She didn't care. This morning she was faced with a small dilemma; Xan wanted to see her in Shanghai in the next two weeks. She didn't know whether to go to Shanghai or stay in London and ignore whatever exchange Xan had in mind.

She shook her head and went down the main staircase to put the mail out in the box. She almost lost her balance when she moved back and saw Lord Roxton in front of her! What was he doing here? She wanted to shut the door in his face, but he put one foot inside, deliberately blocking her, so she couldn't attempt a rude goodbye!

-Wait...

-What are you doing on the threshold of my door! she cut in, raising her voice.

Roxton smiled and tightened his hold on a rose that he had hidden behind his back.

-I wanted to apologize for yesterday...

-How did you find my house?

-I followed your car when you left...

Marguerite didn't say anything for a minute. He really took her by surprise this morning! She wouldn't want to imagine how she must lookwith her dishelved hair, her sleep-worn face and her clothes! But him! He was terribly attractive in his black trousers and his white shirt! Relaxed clothes for a Lord! But it was his damned smile to which she lost her heart. She decided to take the rose and let him in. Now she just hoped that her dear husband did not get home soon.

-You live alone? He asked, with no attempt to hide his curiosity.

-Yes. She lied, leading him into the enormous living room where nothing could prove that she didn't live alone.

-You have a beautiful house...

-Hum... thank you, she mumbled, gesturing him to take a seat on the sofa, listen... I don't know why you're here and don't give me any long, drawn out excuses... I'm really busy and...

-Busy? He laughed looking from her head to her feet.

-You are so exasperating!

-Perhaps... I came to invite you for dinner.

-Why? She smiled her roguish smile.

-I don't know... just say yes! He gently asked.

-Ok, she accepted.

Roxton smiled the smile of a victorious man, then confirmed the date by getting up and asking:

-I will pick you up around 6 pm, all right?

-Yes, but go before I change my mind!

John smiled and left the living room. Sure that he knew his way out, she fell on the sofa, closing her eyes. Lord Roxton apparently had the habit of playing the game, thus he tried to take the initiative. She promised herself that she would put him back in his place this afternoon. Philip was certainly not going to return today. Sometimes he spent qutie a few weeks away without giving any sign that he was still alive! It was so much better like this, she thought.

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Some hours later, with a smile on his lips, Roxton ran outside of his luxurious estate under the surprised observation of his servants. He asked his driver to take the steering wheel, seeing as how he wanted to be in the back with Lady Krux. He wanted to know everything about this woman. He wanted to know why she made him imagine places he had never been, where the only thing these places had in common was she seemed to be there in each one. Once in front of the young woman's house, he ran up to the front door.

Marguerite opened the door, and smiled when she saw her grinning companion in his devilishly handsome jacket. Where will all this lead her? She took, in spite of her contradictory thought , the hand he held out and followed him into his car.

They arrived at the restaurant, and took a quiet seat. Roxton ordred some champagne. To her surprise, the evening started out pleasently. They spoke for a while after the meal, without noticing the time. She never talked about herself, always diverting the subject to her companion, but Roxton did not worry about it, as if he understood that she wasn't comfortable in confiding in him just yet.

- I had a very nice evening in your company Marguerite, Roxton declared, getting up to take the hand of the young lady, inciting her to leave the table.

Marguerite did not feel the urge to remove her hand from his, as if by this simple contact, her concerns left her.

-I have something to show you, he smiled getting into the backseat of his car, but you will need more relax clothes....

Marguerite was going to protest, but she stooped. She was not going to waste this evening! He let her out in front of her house. Once inside, she was happy to notice that Philip was gone. Nevertheless, she had yet to tell Roxton that she was married, but she knew that that one "revelation" would cause him to turn his back on her. She was sure. Even so, her head told her to reveal nothing to him, that she had to keep the secret for a reason. She let him wait near the hallway, then climbed the stairs to change her clothes.

She joined him wearing a long black skirt and a blue pale blouse. Her long hair was completely untied. Roxton tried not to show too big a smile, and once again helped her into the car.

His driver stopped in front of his enormous house under the eyes of the, apparently amazed, Lady Krux.

They didn't go inside. They by-passed the manor. They walked at least fifteen minutes, then they stopped in a big meadow where, a little further away, was a big forest.

John found his servant, Jack, who was cutting his rosebushes, even at this late hour… He then asked Marguerite to stay there for two minutes and went to see Jack. Jack was a long-time friend of the handsome lord.

- I am happy to see you in form Lord Roxton, it has been such a long time since I have seen a woman in your house!

-Don't exaggerate!

-Mmmh and well... five months without any conquest, it's rare in your case...

Roxton raised his eyes to the sky. Okay... it is true... he had a big reputation of being a "lady's man" with a lot of experience. However, this woman was different. The proof was that this woman didn't seem as easily taken in by his charms. Customarily, he only had to smile and a woman fell in his arms.

- Yes, but this time it's different, he defended himself with a laugh, Could you go and get a quilt for me? and leave the bushes, it's the middle of the night, definately not the best time!

- Yes my lord...


His butler took only a few seconds before returning with a quilt. Then, he left.

Marguerite looked at John Roxton walking to her. She was not so sure if she wanted to stay with this man anymore. He was too attractive! She had almost promised herself to make him regret this night... And now she was finding him attractive!

-What are you doing? She asked looking at him sitting down on the coverlet that he had spread out on the grass.

-Come, he answered indicating a place beside him.

She should have refused, made up an excuse to run away, but she sat down near him. Weary that she was at a very reasonable distance!

- Raise your head, he murmured with a smile, lying on his back quite naturally.

Marguerite raised her eyes towards the sky. What she contemplated left her astonished. She had never seen so many stars in her life! Or maybe she had, although she couldn't remember where. It doesn't matter, at the moment she was completely captivated and she fell on the quilt with a sigh of comfort.

-It's magnificent, she admitted .

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-Are you seeing all these stars! Veronica exclaimed to Challenger who set up the camp.

-Yes, there are a lot at this time of year, he confirmed.

- I know, but it has been more than a month since I was able to see to this quantity!

George smiled, lighting the fire while the young blonde resumed her serious expression.

-We will find them George, we will find them...

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Marguerite and Roxton remained in the silence gazing at the stars, then they turned to see each other. With the distance the Marguerite had established between them, it was almost impossible for her to lose her concentration in those deep eyes! John broke the atmosphere when he asked:

-Where did you spend your childhood?

Lady Krux sat up suddenly.

-Does it matter? She retorted coldly.

-Well.. hum...

-Paris! She quickly said, not wanting to talk about it. She was not going to tell him that

she didn't know her identity, or even her place of birth!

Roxton sat down knowing that he had touched a sensitive subject.

Before he could question her again, Marguerite cut in:

-I'm tired, I think I should leave...

-Wait! He exclaimed holding her hand.

John only wanted to taste her lips once.. He tenderly slid a hand on her cheek and he kissed her.

Marguerite had had no time to emit a single thought! It was with ardor she responded to his kiss. Her fingers ran towards the nape of his neck, stopping to attract him more closer. As the hands of John slipped on her body, she fell on her back. He put such passion in his embraces without removin his lips off her, as if his breath depended on it!

The "souvenir" of a cold night in a tent, a kiss exchanged almost hungrily, returned her to earth! Why did she always have a flash where it showed her with this man! She abruptly pushed him away and got on her feet.

-Good night Lord Roxton! She wished without emotion, then escaped to John's driver, who would surely drive her home.

Roxton ran a hand through his hair. He got up and left the quilt. Had he ever desired a woman with such intensity? Never! What he had felt when he had held her close to him was so... passionate! He needed a very cold shower!!!

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