"You look beautiful," Caleb said softly, laying his hands on the sides of her slender waist. Lily smiled at his reflection in the glass. "Don't you try to flatter me, Caleb Halliday," she warned. "I think you're a brute with a despicable attitude toward women." He cupped her breasts in his hands. "I love women," he said, bending to nibble at the exposed flesh of her neck. "When they obey, of course." "Of course," Caleb replied. He was untying the ribbon of Lily's hat, taking it from her head, setting it back in its box. "You needn't think you're going to take me to bed," Lily said airily. "Not, that is, until you apologize to me and tell Rupert you won't lend him the money to build a boarding school unless he allows girls to attend." Caleb turned Lily to face him. "You're free to disagree with my opinions any time you like, Mrs. Halliday, but you will not refuse me your bed. Is that understood?" Lily's cheeks heated. "I don't guess you give a damn about my opinions," she said, "but you'll come around soon enough." "Sometimes I think you enjoy baiting me. It makes the pleasure more intense when I lay you down and take you, doesn't it, Lily?" She raised her hand to slap him, then thought better of the idea. "You are reprehensible." Caleb"