"Like a Madame X."

Leighton shrugged again. "Something like that, I suppose. Although, keep in mind, Alex is also an artist in her own right. She views the nude form as quite separate from societal attitudes."

"Toward women," the viscount observed.

Leighton's expression was unreadable. "I wouldn't venture a guess on Alex's cultural politics."

"You're wasting your time, Sammy." Eddie waved his champagne glass toward the door through which Alex had exited. "She's not going to give you a tumble."

The viscount's dark brows rose faintly. "We'll see."

"That tone of voice always makes me nervous. The last time you said 'We'll see,' I ended up in a Turkish jail from which we were freed only because the British ambassador was a personal friend of the sultan's minister. And why you thought you could get through the phalanx of guards surrounding that harem, I'll never know."

"We almost made it."

"Almost nearly cost us our lives."

"You worry too much."

"While you don't worry at all."

"Of course I do. I was worried Lady Duffin's husband was going to break down the door before we were finished last week."

"So that's why Charles won't speak to you anymore."

The viscount shrugged. "He never did anyway."

Chapter Two

Alexandra didn't have another appointment. Rather, she'd felt a desperate need to escape.

Notwithstanding her disapproval of men like Ranelagh, something alarming had happened a few moments ago, and try as she might to disparage the viscount's blatant sexual magnetism and his infamous use of it, she'd found herself not only drawn to him but, more terrifying, tempted. She drew in a calming breath, her emotions in chaos, her nerves on edge, an unusual agitation gripping her senses. Not only were all the stories of the viscount's allure true, the man was fully aware of the effect he had on women-damn him.