much as his.
He smiled again. He leaned close. âBut an improper lady might venture out at such an hour. Can I help your investigation? â
âI didnât mean it that way.â
âOf course you did. You want to compare.â He sent her a rather cool smile and took her arm.
He tugged her to a small table near one of the wagons, farther from the dancers. He poured two glasses of wine from a hefty jug, handing one to her. Before she could refuse, he drank thirstily, as if the wine were water. His gaze moved down to the edge of her silk bodice.
Her nipples tightened. That look was as bold as if heâd reached inside her dress, past chemise and corset. âI didnât mean that I had come to investigate.â
âOf course you did. Drink the wine. You will enjoy the night even more fully.â
âI have already had wine with supper.â
His white teeth gleamed. âBut you are so nervous, as much as a schoolgirl or debutante. I do not bite, Miss de Warenne. Nor do I cheat or stealâor seduce unwilling ladies. It is Miss de Warenne, is it not?â His attention strayed to her left hand.
She came to her senses. âIt is Miss de Warenne. I donât believe in stereotyping. Of course you donât cheat or stealâor seduce unwilling women.â She thought she flushed. This man had a way of making his every word seem sexually suggestive.
His brows lifted. âSo you are the single gadjo without prejudice? How laudable.â
âBigotry is wrong and I am not a prejudiced person,â she managed.
He turned aside, lashes lowering, but not before sending her a long glance.
Ariella raised her glass and took a gulp of the wine. Had that look meant what she thought it did? She gulped again. She had seen her father, her uncles, even her brother and cousins look at women that way. That look had one meaning. What should she do?
She should stay and let him kiss her.
Almost in disbelief, ready to wonder if this were a dream, she took another draft of the wine. She was an enlightened thinker. She didnât care about propriety and she had never been interested in a kiss before. There was no doubt about itâshe was highly interested now.
As if he sensed her decision, he murmured, âIf you did not come here to investigate, then I wish to do so.â He laid his hand on her waist.
She tensed, but not with fear. Instead, her body hummed. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that I wish to understand why a beautiful, unwed and proper lady of your age is wandering into my encampment in the middle of the night.â
âI am passionate,â she whispered, âabout knowledge. I want to know more about the Romany people.â
âThe Romany peopleâor me?â
She went still.
âGive up the pretense,â he murmured. His hand moved up her side, a shocking caress. âYou didnât come for the music or for them. You came for me. I am your investigation.â
Ariella couldnât speak. He was right.
His smile twisted as he pulled her closer. âYou arenât the first Englishwoman to wish for a Romany lover.â
She started to protest but he murmured, âWhy else would you come to me, gadji, at such an hour?â
She had no answer to make. She stuttered, âI donât knowâ¦I wanted to comeâ¦I was drawn.â
âGood. Be drawn. I wish for you to want me.â His eyes smoldered. âWe are open about our passions. Wait here.â
Ariella stared after him, shaken, while he went back to the crowd. She saw him pause before the violinist, an older white-haired man. She realized she was hardly the only woman staring at him with yearning. The younger Romni women were beautiful, and a few of them were watching Emilian as closely as she was.
But he returned to Ariella, smiling and holding out his hand. âDance with me.â
Dancing had never interested her and she had two left feet. Did he think