She'd promised herself she would behave. She would behave, she was a grown woman in control of her baser impulses. She was usually in control of her impulses. Straightening up from the water, she studied him in his approach. She felt the pull and answered with a pace of her own. She didn't fully close the distance he set between them, she would enjoy the proximity all the same. Whatever her desires, she wasn't some alley tramp. Testing their limits was invigorating, but she wouldn't be kneeling for a lover in the gardens.

It was probably some deficiency in her character, or in Society's for denying it, but knowing she was the one being studied was thrilling. She would ignore the attention if the source didn't meet her strict standards, but Emrys Selwyn was welcome to look at his leisure. Preening in public was rude, but allowing an admirer to praise her seemed the only polite thing to do.

Her own eyes catching his movement, slightly disappointed he mastered himself and denied her, her eyes did flash with his next comment. Oh, he was wicked. "That is true. Both the strength of you and of your restraint. Also something genius I appreciate."

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