The Education of Portia by Lesley-Anne McLeod



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Portia Crossmichael is content with her life. She owns her own school close to London, and finds pleasure and satisfaction in educating the young ladies whom she is employed to teach. The companionship of her artist step-brother and her friends--some of whom she employs as teachers--enlivens her quiet days. Nothing, it seems, will disrupt the quiet tenor of her life.

She has reckoned without the advent of Ingram Perrington, Lord Stadbroke, and his three daughters. He, freed in the past five years by the deaths of a domineering mother and an unreasonable wife, has been enjoying the delights of the metropolis. The viscount has a low opinion of women, and does not know how to deal with his girls as they mature. Portia finds herself becoming deeply attached to his daughters--and to him--knowing familiarity can only lead to heart-break.

Her equanimity is further strained by the advent of her step-father Harold Dent. He demands money and threatens to destroy the school--their livelihood--with scurrilous lies if they do not pay him for his silence.

Torn between truth and blackmail, growing affection for Stadbroke's daughters and an escalating interest in the viscount himself, Portia faces the loss of all her dreams. What lessons must she learn? And will they be happy ones?

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The viscount urged her on, and opening the door, led her into a summer world. Portia was entranced. It smelled wonderful, redolent of wet earth, green exhalations of leaf and vine, and the sweet unseasonable smell of flowers. There was a narrow path between the ranks of vegetation which eventually opened to a small seating area warmed by braziers and lit with lanterns.

Intoxicated with the delight of summer within the winter, Portia smiled at Stadbroke. "It's wonderful! What a joy, and what a delightful thing for the girls to enjoy."

"They seem to like it very much. But they like your school better." He stood before her, at ease and far too attractive for her peace of mind. "Portia, you have been a true inspiration to my daughters. You have been their friend and an ally when they could not depend on me--or thought they could not." She sidled away from him, and was disturbed when he followed.

"I wanted to thank you, for your understanding. And for helping me to better understand them."

He gathered up her hands, and when she would have withdrawn them he held them more tightly.

"You do so much for everyone, and so little for yourself. You have every confidence in your abilities, and none at all in your personal attractions. Portia, you are a handsome woman, perhaps not beautiful in the manner you believe you should be, but you have more lasting qualities than simple prettiness."

Portia was horrified by the turn of the conversation. He seemed to know too well her insecurities and her concerns. She tried again to pull away and he responded by drawing her into his arms.

"Portia, be still, and be told. You are an attractive woman. Why my compeers don't appreciate that, I will never understand. They look for superficialities I suppose. You offer true gold," he bent his head, and coaxing her with a questing finger under her chin, pressed his lips to hers.

Portia had been kissed once or twice, and assumed she had been found wanting as the experiments had never been repeated. She had tried so hard. This time she did not try at all, but followed her senses in appreciating his hard, yet tender mouth, and all the sensations it conjured within her.

When he ended the kiss, his breath came quickly, and Portia stared at him, overcome by a wash of desire and a surge of love. No, surely not love... Lust perhaps. She had known so little of these emotions, how could she tell one from the other? She closed her eyes to will away her confusion. "I should like to return to the drawing room, my lord."

"I should not," he said. "I should like to remain here and explore the interesting possibilities we have just discovered."

That brought Portia to her senses and a quick flare of annoyance. "It was a kiss, my lord. Nothing more or less, not a possibility at all."

"That's better. If we return to the drawing room with you all dreamy-eyed and bruise-mouthed, everyone will know what we have been doing. The spark in those wide eyes will convince them we have been at odds discussing gardening, nothing more."

To her horror, Portia began to laugh helplessly and continued to laugh as he led back into the beguiling library and up the broad stairs.

"You are utterly without judgement and conscience, my lord," she accused when at last she could command her voice to calm and quiet. She did not really believe her harsh words. "You take your pleasures wherever you wish."

"And you take yours not at all," he said, ushering her with a flourish back into the drawing room and into the conversations burgeoning there.


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