The Viscount's Tempting Seductress (PM #2) (Completed)

Chapter 6. 1813 

Delilah. "What is the opera like?"
Gregory's eyes twinkled. "It is one of the most incredible events you will ever experience. You will be swept away with the music and the singers."
Delilah lean forward with intrigue. "Are there dancers as well?"
Gregory leaned forward. "Indeed, for this particular production. Some productions do not have dancers, only singers and musicians. But this one has all three."
Delilah. "You know quite a bit about productions."
Gregory chuckled, leaning back against his seat. "I have attended a few."
Delilah rested against her seat. "Well, with everything you have told me, I am quite excited."
Gregory reached out and took her hand. "I'm glad, I am excited for you."
Upon arriving to the opera house, they stepped out of the carriage and walked inside. After showing their tickets, they found the dark red velvet staircase leading upstairs to the section of private boxes that the nobility had.
Delilah's mouth dropped as they entered Gregory's private box. The view of the auditorium was magnificent. Her eyes took in the stage and the seats far below.
Gregory helped her sit down on one of the plush dark red velvet chairs before taking the seat next to her. "What do you think?"
Delilah. "The auditorium is splendid."
Gregory smiled. "It is a beautiful vision to see."
Delilah's eyes twinkled as she looked at him. "How private is this box my Lord?"
Gregory raised one eyebrow. "Fairly private, why?"
Feeling quite bold, Delilah lean forward and kissed him softly. "I was wanting to thank you properly for bringing me here."
Gregory smiled, returning her kiss and caressing her cheek. "My darling, you do not need to thank me. I am doing this because I want to spend time with you."
Delilah. "I wish for the same."
Half an hour later, the house lights became dim and the stage lights came up. The auditorium was soon shimmering with magnificent voices and sweeping orchestra. The sweeping melodies cascaded through the room.
Delilah became transfixed as the production began to unfold. Her eyes didn't miss a single detail. At one point, she moved her chair closer to the balcony, folding her hands on top of it.
Gregory smiled as he watched her, his attention only half focused on the opera. He was truly enamored by Delilah, and had a feeling she felt the same about him. He moved his chair closer to hers, not wanting any space between them.
As the production took flight, their fingertips became intertwined, their eyes locking briefly before returning to the stage. They squeezed each other's hands, realizing that the connection between them was growing. The flame of love and passion was beginning to smolder.
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One hour later, shortly after intermission began, Gregory and Delilah stepped out of the auditorium and made their way to a reception area. After being handed two glasses of wine, they moved to stand by the wall, not wanting to be in anyone's way. They watched as London's elite talked and drank together, dressed in their finest attire.
Gregory. "Are you enjoying the opera so far?"
Delilah smiled brightly. "I am, it is phenomenal. I have never seen anything so beautiful."
Gregory returned her smile. "I'm glad to hear it, because it is not quite over yet."
Delilah giggled. "I was hoping it wouldn't be."
Gregory chuckled. "I assure you it is far from over."
Delilah opened her mouth to answer him, but then felt the color disappear from her face. Her eyes swept across the crowd of guests, landing on a gentleman who she hadn't seen since he left her three months prior. Her eyes traveled across his black hair and dark gray eyes, eyes that had looked upon her with menace.
Gregory looked at her, and noticing the lack of color in her cheeks, became concerned. "What's wrong?"
Delilah swallowed hard as the gentleman approached. "My former protector, Lord Victor Darcy, is making his way toward us."
Victor smiled wickedly as he walked over to them. "My word Miss Martin, you have gone from a baron to a viscount. I am quite surprised."
Delilah didn't allow his venomous voice to sweep through her bones. She straightened, her chin held high. "Why are you surprised Lord Darcy?"
Victor. "Well, I am simply stating that you have gone from one noble Lord to another."
Gregory. "She and I have been matched Darcy."
Victor glanced at him. "Really? Tell me then Lennox, have you fucked her yet?"
Gregory glared at him. "No, I have not. I plan to make love to Delilah when she is ready, and when the time is right."
Victor rolled his eyes. "Let me inform you of one thing Lennox, I am not the type of gentleman who makes love to a woman."
Gregory instinctively brought Delilah against him protectively. His eyes narrowed as he glared at Victor. "Then what sort of man are you?"
Victor's eyes glittered like dark gray storm clouds. "I am a gentleman who prefers to inflict pain rather than pleasure."