Lizzy was somewhat hurt and confused when she learned that Darcy had left their party without so much as a see-you-later. She was dying to know what he'd been "wondering". If it was what she thought, she certainly wasn't adverse to the idea.

Her week progressed frantically but each night she diligently checked her messages just in case he'd called. No such luck, however, and when she'd subtly asked Jane about Charles and Darcy, her sister never indicated any information about the latter.

On Thursday night, Lizzy made it home in time to share dinner with Jane and Charles. While Jane made coffee and took a call from Fanny, Lizzy had the opportunity to chat with Charles alone. He was fascinated with her stories about what she now dubbed her "Exhilarating Week of Hell".

As the conversation wore on, Charles casually mentioned, "Darcy was over this week. Poor guy, he came by on the same night Caroline decided to show up. The good news is, you're free from the charade now. Darcy let it drop that you and he were no longer dating."

What would have relieved Lizzy a week ago now made her heart sink like a lead anchor. She really had no reason to be disappointed; it wouldn't be right to carry on the act, but she had been hoping it would have eventually evolved into reality; life imitating art, so to speak. She also had hoped he would have told her personally, particularly after their last conversation. Of course, she had been extremely busy and he probably knew that. He was also a hard-working man. Don't worry, Lizzy, she thought,all is not lost. Give it time.

She quickly revived and gave Charles a synopsis of the demands her delegation was making, cracking him up with the silliness. Examples ranged from questions about the best strip bars and massage parlours in town, to orders for changes in protocol because their minister of the environment was far too important to sit that far away from the Canadian prime minister at the press conference.

"It is important to note, Charles, that this same minister was the one who'd visited a certain entertainment establishment known as Bare Fax the previous evening," Lizzy said splitting a gut over the ridiculous behaviour. She had to admit she was having a marvelous time directing the show, but was run off her feet with their desires, demands and, well, marriage proposals. It would seem Latin lovers took their diplomatic relations seriously. The evening with the happy couple was a break in her otherwise strenuous week, and as she met Charlotte at the Château Laurier Hotel early Friday evening, after the delegation was safely in the sky heading south, she wished she'd worn her sensible shoes, instead of being clad in three-inch navy heels. Her feet were killing her.

Lizzy may have been tired of being hit on the entire week, she may have been a strong-willed independent woman, but she always enjoyed leaving her groups with a good impression. Let them know what they were missing. After all, she was their last image of Canada. If that meant showing some sexy legs to admiring men, so be it. She wasn't afraid of being attractive, particularly when they were leaving on a plane, not to be seen for another six years or so...or perhaps never again, depending on their country's political stability...or instability. That's not to say that Lizzy didn't look professional. In fact, her hair was styled in an elegant French twist and her collarless navy suit jacket, buttoned to the neck and accented with a brightly coloured scarf, was very conservative. The long jacket hung to mid-thigh and nearly covered her entire dress; only the scalloped lace navy edging was peeking out. The sexiness came into play once you looked below the edging to her seamed silk stockings. Even as she met Charlotte in the lobby she was being subtly, and not so subtly, checked out. The ladies were having their unofficial post-departure debriefing. This usually consisted of a visit to Zoë's Lounge, the hotel's beautiful watering hole, where multiple martinis assisted in their review of the successes and crises of the week.

As Lizzy watched her friend return room keys to the front desk, she patiently sat on a lobby sofa. She hadn't had a chance to really relax since last weekend, and she was anticipating that first cocktail. So lost was she in in her thoughts that she didn't hear Jane call out to her until she was standing directly above her.

"Lizzy, I didn't know you'd be here! What a surprise!"

"Jane! You should know I'm always here when Charlotte and I are working together. We're going to Zoë's," Lizzy answered, just as surprised to see her sister at the hotel. It wasn't one of her usual hangouts. She then spotted Caroline lingering behind and it made a bit more sense.

"Hello, Caroline. Nice to see you again," Lizzy said politely. She really didn't have anything against the woman, but for the fact her demeanour screamed "absolute bitch".

"Hello Elizabeth, a pleasure as always," Caroline replied giving her the once over, as if sizing up the competition. This unnerved Lizzy a bit, since this woman, who obviously still wanted Darcy, was well aware of the "break-up." Charlotte returned and cool introductions were made, but Jane seemed to be relieved with the possibility of additions to their party.

"Would you two like to join us? Caroline and I were going to get to know each other a little better. It's the first chance we've had since I've started seeing Charles." Jane smiled warmly at Lizzy and Charlotte, preferring to avoid the look on Caroline's face.

"Where is your other half?" Lizzy asked.

"Charles is helping Darcy celebrate his 31st birthday. Who knows how late they'll be?" Jane explained.

"Oh, it's Darcy's birthday? I didn't know," Lizzy replied, nearly biting her tongue after seeing Caroline's disdainful smirk.

"You didn't know? Oh, why should you really? Darcy's a very private person. He only gives details like that to his most intimate acquaintances," Caroline said smugly.

Lizzy thought this was as good an opportunity as any to broach the subject of the break-up. She really wanted to know what Darcy had said.

"I suppose you've heard about Darcy and me, then. He probably told you he dumped me," Lizzy said, trying to quash a smirk that was forcing its way onto her lips. She glanced at Charlotte, who, true to form, kept her cool, though Lizzy could detect the puzzlement in her eyes.

"Oh, he dumped you? Why would he say you left him?" Caroline queried aloud, quite disconcerted with the conflicting stories.

"Well, isn't that so like Darcy? Always trying to be gallant. I suppose you could say it was a mutual decision," Lizzy quickly recovered and changed the subject. "Shall we find a table?"

She turned to lead the way to the lounge, as she didn't want to continue that line of conversation, and was getting desperate for her first chocolate martini in weeks.

"Jane?"

The ladies all heard the questioning cry of Charles by the entrance. Lizzy didn't immediately turn, knowing perfectly well that if Bingley was in the lobby, Darcy was sure to follow. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweaty and she really needed that drink. She ventured over to the maitre d' to reserve a table for four.

Two other gentlemen followed shortly being Charles and Darcy. The four of them made a devastating quartet, each unique but decidedly good looking. A female front desk agent strained her neck from the other side of the lobby to catch a glimpse of the eye candy. Charlotte tossed her a warning look; the front desk was no place for blatant gawking.

Darcy was surprised to see Caroline and Jane lingering in the lobby of the hotel. He believed Charles wouldn't knowingly inflict Caroline upon him on his birthday. There was another woman with the ladies who looked rather familiar, but his eyes caught sight of a most attractive pair of legs walking away from the group and towards the lounge. Whoever she was, she knew how to show off her gams. The sexy heels and the seam up the length of her leg only accentuated their lovely shape. When she finally turned around, Darcy could only curse his luck.

The first time this week I notice a woman and it turns out to be her. He didn't need this torment on his birthday; but, oh, what a sweet torment it was. She was breathtakingly beautiful in her domain, looking at once professional and desirable. He'd only ever seen her in casual clothes and though he had enjoyed her relaxed style, he began to appreciate the sight of her in more formal attire.

Did Elizabeth convince Charles to meet us here? It's awfully coincidental. No, Caroline wouldn't have been included if that were the case. Darcy noticed Charles looking as confused as he was, so he assumed Charles was innocent of any scheming. "Caroline, Jane," Charles began, "What are you doing here?" Charles actually was guilty of calculating a meeting but it wasn't going as planned. He knew Lizzy was going to be at the hotel with Charlotte; he'd gathered as much in their conversation the night before. He had no clue why his sister would appear here with Jane. He hadn't mentioned anything to Jane, and though Caroline had visited him at lunch, he was positive he hadn't said anything to her. Nor had Caroline mentioned any plans to him.

"Jane and I wanted to get to know each other a little better, so we thought we'd take advantage of your absence this evening," Caroline quickly answered, trying to cover up the fact she'd only suggested the plan and location to Jane this afternoon, after she'd noticed a certain appointment marked in Charles's agenda. Upon returning to the group, Lizzy had been standing a bit behind the other ladies and observed all the surprised faces. She thought this was all highly coincidental, but had no clue how it all added up. However, she was secretly thrilled to see Darcy and thought she'd take this serendipitous opportunity to let him know, regardless of Caroline's belief in their break-up.

He's actually dressed casually and rather scrumptiously, too, Lizzy appraised. He stood in the formal lobby of the Château Laurier, in khakis and a light blue cotton button-down over what looked to be a tight ribbed white t-shirt. Her mind wandered to the first time they'd met and the wonderful way he had smelled. She wanted that scent to surround her again; truth be told, she ached for it; so much so that should he suggest it, she was up for going somewhere else by themselves. This was not Lizzy's usual approach with a man; the words "one-night stand" were never in her personal vocabulary. However, she didn't stop to ask herself why her thought process had strayed, it was just that the idea of him was slowly but steadily worming its way into her mind. He had become a permanent fixture in her dreams and she wanted something more tangible ... and now ... there was Mr. Tangible standing before her.

Lizzy was bound and determined to find out what he had intended to ask her last weekend, and more importantly, have him ask her again. Feeling more than a little frisky, she sauntered up to him with her brightest smile. "A little birdie told me it was your birthday."

She paused, gently took his hand in both of hers, and on tiptoes, kissed his cheek, her lips brushing his skin ever so softly. She stayed on tiptoes and quietly whispered into his ear, "Happy Birthday Darcy. I hope you get whatever you wish for."

She pulled back and winked mischievously. Darcy's emotions vaulted in a million different directions. He had tried to steady himself when he realized she was going to kiss him, but it was no use. Once he smelled the sweet subtle lavender on her skin, felt her soft hands encircling his, and heard her smoky voice -- not to mention the feel of her warm breath on his ear, his physical reaction was immediate. His mind told him to ignore her; she wasn't worth it, but hot bullets of lust shot through every nerve, muscle and vein of his body. Damn, that woman knows what to do with what God gave her.

While a tumult raged inside him, Darcy's face did not betray it, but for a slight and momentary fluttering of his eyelids. Only those who knew him very well would have noticed, and his cousin Richard, standing to the side of the couple, was one of those select few.

As Darcy stared down at Lizzy's glowing face, another possibility suddenly hit him - maybe Charles hadn't told her he'd talked to Caroline about their "break- up." Darcy probably could have subtly indicated this fact, and Lizzy would have understood, but an unconscious longing overwhelmed him. He leaned down to her ear, allowing her to infiltrate his senses again. He murmured softly, "You don't need to do this. Caroline is aware we're no longer a couple."

With one last intake of breath, he pulled away, and resolved to be a stronger man.

Lizzy met his eyes with a coquettish grin and once again stood on her tiptoes, this time brushing up against his torso and leaning into his ear to say, "I know. My best wishes are all for you."

Lizzy knew perfectly well she was being shameless, but she wanted to leave him in no doubt of her attraction. She was a woman in the prime of her youth and hadn't been with a man for some time. Though this man before her had been conceited and even rude at times, she had begun to realize that in leading a life like his, his disposition was somewhat justified. She also knew he had been as blown away by the chemistry of their kiss as she had, so much so that he'd made a move on her at the concert and was quite possibly on the verge of asking her out at the barbecue. She was ready for a man to be in her life, so why shouldn't it be a luscious, virile, beautiful man like William Darcy?

When she pulled back, however, a sudden bashfulness overtook her forwardness and she lowered her gaze to the floor before allowing it to move back up, her long lashes accentuating the hesitancy in her eyes.

If she had been expecting a reciprocal reaction, she was sorely mistaken. As she looked to the face of Darcy, she was halted by the demeanour of a warrior ready for battle. Darcy did not look flattered, pleased or comfortable. He appeared almost menacing, and with a quick dismissive nod, walked away to talk to one of the other gentlemen who had joined him.

Lizzy was humiliated and confused. Tears stung at the corner of her eyes, but she took a deep breath and turned to Charles. She would never let anyone get satisfaction from repudiating her in such a way. With an overly bright smile and suspiciously shiny eyes she said, "Are you going to introduce me to your friends?"

Charles Bingley was a man with an inherent sense of tact and a great ability to make people feel comfortable. He had witnessed the entire exchange and was terribly disappointed in Darcy. Rather than ask if she was alright, he took Lizzy's lead by responding to her question.

"Of course. This is Richard Fitzwilliam, Darcy's cousin, and Henry Crawford, a friend from university, who's in town for the weekend. Gentlemen...and I use the term loosely," Charles grinned widely, "this is Lizzy Bennet, one of Ottawa's finest ladies, so I would ask you to treat her as such."

Charles fixed his eyes on Darcy after making that statement, whereupon Darcy decided to turn and admire the bust of Sir Wilfrid Laurier, the former prime minister of Canada, and for whom the hotel was named.

"Oh, Charles, you do spread it on thick, don't you?" Lizzy responded with a warm, thankful smile and an endearing giggle. He had promptly helped her recover from her discomfort.

She then repeated the gentlemen's names in her head, so as to remember them, and suddenly something clicked. "Richard Fitzwilliam? From the British High Commission? The Deputy High Commissioner?"

"The one and only," Richard smiled, finally recognizing her voice. "Elizabeth Bennet? From Ms. Halliday's office? I'm delighted to finally meet you. What a coincidence!"

Charles nearly choked on his Adam's apple with that last remark. He wondered if anyone would find him out.

"You two know each other?" Charles asked and noticed Darcy's head move slightly to the side to catch the interaction.

"Well, yes. My manager is working directly with Richard's office on Queen Elizabeth's upcoming visit to Canada. We've chatted a few times. Richard, you must know Charlotte Lucas as well," Lizzy said bringing Charlotte into the conversation.

"We've never actually met face to face either, although I am meeting your staff this Monday. I'm very glad to meet you tonight, Richard," Charlotte said smoothly with an outstretched arm.

"Well, will you ladies be joining us? It's much more fun to celebrate a birthday in mixed company, isn't it Darcy, old boy!" Richard turned to look at Darcy with a cocky grin. Richard adored women and wasn't about to let the opportunity of carousing with four lovely ladies slip away. He received a non-committal "Hmm" from Darcy and turned to Lizzy again.

"Richard, Henry, please call me Lizzy. It's a pleasure to meet you both. So, since it's his birthday, are you going to get Darcy all liquored up and take scandalous photos as evidence? I think that would be a marvelous idea," she teased.

Knowing Darcy's disposition, both men were amused by the suggestion and it took only moments before they were both entirely engrossed in conversation with their new acquaintances.

Lizzy hadn't done this to try to play games with Darcy. She had been known to playfully tease, but pitting men against each other wasn't her style. She had just been swiftly wounded by the birthday boy and her tender ego was in need of attention. She was also an easy-going individual who rarely missed an opportunity to get to know new people, particularly a charming Brit like Richard Fitzwilliam.

"So, are you and Darcy first cousins?" Lizzy paused as Richard nodded yes. "Funny, you don't seem very much alike, and I'm not just talking about the accent."

Richard laughed in agreement at Lizzy's assertion. She was absolutely right, and he knew they would get along famously. As they walked into the lounge, Henry, Lizzy, Charlotte and Richard were already as thick as thieves. Darcy had not recovered so quickly from his encounter with Lizzy, and her subsequent association with Richard; nor was he lucky enough to be entertained by charming members of the opposite sex. Jane and Charles had forged ahead into the lounge to find an appropriate table, leaving him to Caroline, who immediately took the opportunity to grab Darcy's arm and copy Lizzy's earlier gesture by placing a kiss on his cheek. Darcy was seething. He had planned on a low-key early evening with a few friends. Now he had his ex-girlfriend and his pseudo ex-girlfriend sitting at his table.

He could ignore Caroline easily enough, but Lizzy was another matter. She had an understated elegance to her tonight, but for those racy stockings and heels. It was as if she'd known they were one of his turn-ons. He wondered if they were being held up by garters and briefly closed his eyes to imagine her in those stockings, garters and little else. He suspected by her earlier attitude that if he had wanted to find out, she might have allowed it tonight. Instead, his dismissal forced him to watch her from a distance as she acquired two new fans who were heartily engaged in learning more about her. He was jealous but had no one to blame but himself.

Caroline ensured that Darcy was seated away from Lizzy, but though he was two seats down, she wasn't able to prevent his direct view of the lady in question from across the table. He continued to observe her interactions with the men whom he had earlier considered friends. It irked him that he couldn't catch their eyes to try to ward them off. Though he tried to convince himself he didn't want Lizzy, no matter how sexually appealing, there was no way he was going to let anyone else have her either. The complete lack of logic and fairness in this assessment did not occur to Darcy.

Once her mood had been restored by the good cheer of Richard and Henry, Lizzy actually started to look forward to the evening and resolved she would treat Darcy better than he was treating her. She needn't be bothered by his rejection. She was the bigger person. Kill him with kindness, as the saying goes.

As the waiter approached to take orders, Lizzy immediately took the opportunity to show her benevolence, "Oliver, it's good to see you. I'm in desperate need of a chocolate martini." To everyone's surprise she added, "Darcy, what's your poison?"

He was so shocked by her address, he took a moment before asking, "Excuse me?"

"Your poison? What will you be drinking?" Lizzy responded with exasperation. First, I'm dissed by him, now he's acting like I can't speak English. "Why?" he questioned with a furrowed brow. "Gosh, you're thick sometimes. It's your birthday. You shouldn't have to pay for your own drink. I'll get your first round. My gift to you," Lizzy offered magnanimously with a flourish of her hands. Whether she was annoyed with him or not, everyone deserved to be treated on their birthday.

"That's really not nec-" Darcy began.

"Oh, forget the chivalry," Lizzy interrupted, "Oliver, put whatever he orders on my bill."

"Yes, ma'am," Oliver obliged.

"But Elizabeth, there's no need-" Darcy again tried to speak but to no avail.

"Darcy, I don't care if you can or can't afford your own drinks, or whatever other silly excuse you have. It's your birthday and I insist. In fact, I insist that everyone buy you a drink tonight. That should get you well on your way to inebriation -- which I think you need. It might make you more fun to be with."

Darcy's comrades howled with laughter. Richard was particularly amused at the chutzpah of this lady. She was a spitfire. If Darcy wasn't already hung up on her - a fact Richard had figured out from the earlier exchange in the lobby - he would have enjoyed pursuing the pretty lady. However, Richard realized that there were so few women who truly intrigued Darcy, there was no way he'd stand between the man and his goal. Besides, Darcy was doing a fine job at standing between them all on his own. What Darcy wanted, and what he admitted to wanting, were two different things.

After a moment's thought, Richard pondered that perhaps a pursuit of Lizzy, at least for the evening, may not be a bad idea. She was certainly interested in Darcy, she'd made that perfectly clear, so she shouldn't be in too much danger of falling for him if he flirted. Time to make Darcy squirm, he thought with amusement. If Darcy never made a move, Richard would certainly have the opportunity to talk with Lizzy again, and he always liked to make a good first impression.

Caroline was absolutely aghast at what she perceived as Lizzy's ill treatment of Darcy. Is this how she acted while they dated? How did she manage to hold onto him for so long?

Darcy was not amused either, for more reasons than one. He certainly was affronted by her remark, more because of the response of the others at the table than for the actual words. He was also displeased because he knew he deserved it from her. He was not playing nice, purposely. He had to keep reminding himself what he had overheard at the barbecue. Ultimately, at that moment, the only thing he really wanted to do was pull that woman away from the table and up to one of the lovely rooms above their heads to make his birthday wish come true. Why the hell does she have this effect on me, he thought, cursing his irrational behaviour. His frustrated thoughts transferred to his face in a dark scowl, satisfying Caroline and causing Charles to pipe up, "Lighten up Darcy. Lizzy's just teasing and doing a very good job of it, I might add."

"Yes, Lizzy. You seem to be able to get him all riled up. I'd like to have you in my corner," Richard said winking flirtatiously. Darcy didn't see the wink, but he heard the words and saw the smile Lizzy flashed his cousin. She lured men in so easily. I'll have to tell Richard about her motives before he gets in trouble too.

Of course, Richard Fitzwilliam wasn't likely to care. He knew how to rid himself of a woman graciously, something Darcy had never mastered. Love 'em, leave 'em and laugh with 'em the next day. He had an uncanny ability to come out of a relationship, or even a one night stand, unscathed and forgiven.

Henry Crawford was also the type to be unconcerned with a lady's motives; however, his approach was far different from Richard's. He was up for any challenge, and if that happened to be captivating a woman who was trying to do the same, he was perfectly ready for the task. Richard's and Henry's styles complimented each other, particularly in the presence of pretty, sociable ladies. Richard enjoyed being charmed by women and Henry enjoyed charming them. Lizzy had no interest in them beyond friendship, but Charlotte had no qualms about having a more intimate evening, if the right partner made a move. As much as Henry liked Lizzy's looks and attitude, Charlotte's calm demeanour intrigued him. He had set his goal for the evening and though he thought she had no clue of his intentions, she was quite ready to be seduced by a suave, affable man. The only problem was, the suave, affable man she would have preferred was the dashing Brit, who seemed utterly absorbed in her friend. She was used to that though. Lizzy was prettier, younger and livelier. A man who wanted Charlotte had to realize that smooth waters run deep. She doubted the flirtatious Mr. Crawford would appreciate all she had to offer, but he could probably provide an enjoyable interlude. She'd see how the night progressed.

As they were onto their second round of drinks, everyone at the table turned towards a boisterous greeting, "Mademoiselle Bennet! Quel plaisir de vous voir ici ce soir!"

Lizzy rose from her seat and walked towards the older man. As she reached him, she accepted kisses to both her cheeks.

"Bonsoir Monsieur Martel. C'est un plaisir d'être ici après notre semaine occupée," Lizzy replied, conversing easily with the Frenchman.*

Darcy noticed this Monsieur Martel retained the privilege of holding onto Lizzy's elbows while he continued talking. They were animated enough for all to hear, and though it wasn't a stretch for people in Ottawa to be bilingual, particularly in Elizabeth's profession, Darcy thought she had a delightful accent; no anglicisms, and certainly no local Québecois slang.

"Monsieur Martel," Lizzy said leading him close to the table, "is the general manager of this hotel. I was just telling him what a marvelous time we're all having here tonight."

"Good evening to you all. Bonjour Charlotte," Monsieur Martel nodded politely to his employee but his attention did not stray far from Lizzy. He had now transferred one hand to her back, though for the first time his other hand was free.

"I was just telling Elizabeth what a merveilleuse lady she is. She helped us so much today and all week. I am grateful she is on our side," Monsieur Martel explained in his thick, charming accent. For a man in his fifties, he was quite attractive. He obviously favoured the presence of Elizabeth Bennet and seemed to require some kind of physical contact with her if at all possible. Elizabeth kept smiling warmly at the man, but slowly edged herself away from his touch, so subtly that he and most of the others hardly noticed. She continued talking and smoothly ended their conversation by gently indicating that she was part of a private celebration with friends.

Once again, he took the opportunity to kiss her cheeks and indicated he looked forward to seeing her again soon. As Lizzy sat back down, a crimson hue invaded her face. She knew Monsieur Martel was interested in her, and she was generally able to manage his hints. Indeed, he had asked her out in roundabout ways in the past, and she had diplomatically turned him down. He was never pushy; he was always polite and she never considered it to be sexual harassment. He was a gentleman with an interest in an attractive, intelligent woman and he didn't see a problem with the age difference. Charlotte gave her a sympathetic look, knowing the history.

Lizzy was flattered by the attention, as Monsieur Martel indicated his intentions every few months, but she deflected it accordingly. However, she usually did not have an audience. She knew some people (particularly young, self-righteous men) wouldn't understand her reaction to this older man's crush. They wouldn't be able to digest she had to work with this man on a monthly basis, that she actually liked him and she needn't be rude to a persistent, but charming, suitor.

Darcy was insulted for her. Indeed, what would be a surprise to Lizzy was that he realized exactly the position she was in. He saw this man taking some liberties and noticed her slight movements to distance herself from his person. She continued to be uniformly social to him and was extremely savvy in the way she dismissed his attentions. The general manager never even knew it. Darcy also noticed her blush upon sitting down. She certainly demonstrated her diplomatic expertise admirably. This in no way changed Darcy's opinion of her as a potential threat. Elizabeth obviously had her standards. She probably wanted a younger, richer man; like himself.

Darcy saw Charlotte whisper in Lizzy's ear and Lizzy in turn lowered her eyes and nodded her head demurely. "Are you okay? He didn't ask you out again, did he?" Charlotte questioned.

"No, no, not today. I just didn't like the idea of several sets of eyes observing my every move," Lizzy whispered, rolling her eyes.

"Well, have another drink and just forget about it," Charlotte said trying to take her mind off the moment.

Richard brought her back to a light-hearted mood by requesting that she and Charlotte explain their week. Henry seconded the notion and the four were again off to the races. Lizzy told of several gentlemen who didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word "no" in any language. She had also been given several opportunities to be a kept woman if she were to follow them back to South America. She and Charlotte gave details of embarrassing propositions and immature behaviour on the part of the politicians. Richard and Henry were aghast for the ladies, but Charlotte quickly explained that these were the exception to the rule and they were both able to laugh it off.

Darcy kept abreast of the conversations; again, these revelations put a snag in his theory of Lizzy's money-grubbing ambitions. It was quite obvious successful men hit on this woman quite regularly and it would seem that she refused them just as regularly. It confounded his mind, trying to equate the woman he had gotten to know and the conversation he'd heard with her mother. He took another drink of his Glen Morangie and thought perhaps he'd apologize to Lizzy for his behaviour earlier. He'd think about it, anyway.

As the evening wore on, Richard and Henry had Lizzy and Charlotte up dancing to romantic jazz melodies. Richard couldn't understand Darcy's resistance to the lady in whom he obviously had interest, so he continued to enjoy her company. Let Darcy live vicariously.

Richard and Charles had continued and expanded upon Lizzy's earlier generosity by buying multiple rounds of drinks for all. The table of eight soon became rowdier than what was appropriate for the elegant atmosphere of Zoë's Lounge. Even Darcy's voice was echoing in the expansive room. Although Charles was on his way to an alcoholic stupor, he was still conscious enough to notice their volume was beginning to overpower the jazz singer who had begun her set a half- hour earlier. There was little chance, however, that the hotel would interfere with the table of illustrious rabble-rousers.

As Darcy sipped his fourth drink, he was considering throwing caution to the wind and cutting in on his cousin. Regardless of Caroline's critical commentary on the evening, he was beginning to enjoy himself. He could watch Elizabeth smile, laugh and dance all evening. She was truly a joy to behold; however, he would much prefer to be doing it up close.

As if on cue, Richard and Lizzy approached his end of the table. He thought perhaps she was going to take control of the situation by asking him to dance...a brave woman after his earlier rebuff. But it was Richard who piped up, "Why don't we take this group to a livelier spot?"

"Just what I was about to suggest," Charles agreed. "D'Arcy McGees is within walking distance. I think it's an appropriate place for this particular gentleman's birthday. Let's go there."

When the bar was in sight, they all realized the line-up was formidable, but Charles insisted the Irish pub was the only place to be on a Friday night. By this point, Lizzy was quite tipsy and the earlier ego-bruising had given way to a now inflated head; thanks to the compliments of Richard, Henry and Monsieur Martel, as well as her story-telling about the proposals she'd been granted throughout the week. Not one to be deterred by a line-up, she removed her jacket and scarf to reveal a lacy, scoop-necked dress that accentuated her hour-glass figure. She sashayed up to the bouncer and gave him a coy regard.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bouncer, sir," she said biting her lip and batting her eyelashes, "There's a group of eight here and we'd really like to get in. Is there anything you can do for me? I'd be very grateful."

Darcy watched Lizzy, and was both embarrassed for her and amused; not because she was proving herself to be a coquettish seductress, but because she was failing at it miserably. Although she had once told him she knew how to charm men, her blatant attempt was pathetic. He blamed it on the alcohol and came up behind her to save her from further mortification.

Darcy was right; the bouncer had no intention of allowing them to pass based on Lizzy's "tempting" offer. As pretty as the woman was, she was full of it. Darcy placed her jacket over her shoulders and offered his hand to the bouncer.

"Excuse the lady, she's had a couple more than usual. We'd like to go in," Darcy explained.

The bouncer checked out his hand to find two crisp $100 bills. He nodded and personally escorted the group past the other revellers.

"How could you do that?" Lizzy asked indignantly as soon as they entered the crowded bar. "I was perfectly capable of getting us in. I can't believe you bribed him!"

Darcy had humiliated her twice in one evening. She was no longer looking kindly upon the man, especially when his cousin's affability was so inviting. Oh, he's infuriating! How could I have convinced myself I liked him, she thought angrily.

"Elizabeth, what do you call what you were doing? You were getting nowhere with that bouncer and besides, I certainly don't need you getting yourself into a compromising position, say like being forced to kiss him or something," Darcy answered, amused with her anger and totally aroused by her body pressing tightly against him. Not that she chose to do this; the bar was absolutely packed. She was offended by his enjoyment of the situation and she was tired of his vacillating attitude towards her. One minute he ignored her, the next he wouldn't stop staring intently at her, and now he was smiling warmly.

"You are maddening, do you know that? Where do you get off telling me that you don't need to see me in a compromising position. You're not my keeper. In fact, you're nothing to me!" She retorted nastily. "Elizabeth, calm down," Darcy said, placing his hands on her shoulder. "There's no need to make a scene. We're in, aren't we? Although, I don't know why Charles dragged us here. I can't stand crowds." Charles had also come to this realization and moments after Darcy had spoken, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Charles indicated they were leaving.

"Darcy, you can't just leave," Lizzy said, frazzled at the thought. "You just slipped that bouncer a hundred bucks."

"Two hundred, actually. Easiest $200 he's made in awhile, I suppose," Darcy answered and shrugged his shoulders, not at all bothered by the loss of funds. Being squished against a fiery Elizabeth for five minutes was certainly worth the price of admission.

Lizzy walked out behind him, her mouth agape at the waste of money. When she turned to look at the bouncer he smiled and winked at her. He gathered the only reason he got that $200 was because the man she was with thought her pride was worth it.

They hailed a couple of cabs and Charles indicated the next hot spot where they were to converge. He insisted that this place would be quieter and something completely different. Darcy worried about this comment. Charles was smirking mischievously as he hopped into his cab.

* Translation: It's a pleasure to be here after our busy week.

As they walked in the door of their new hangout, they were greeted by the sound of a woman in pain. Darcy swiftly and unhappily assessed that she was attempting to sing along to a karaoke machine. He now feared for his life. The rest of the group, save Caroline, was delighted with the place. It wasn't busy, there were plenty of tables, the drinks were cheap and the entertainment hilarious. Charles was ready to humiliate himself at the first possible opportunity but the challenge was, how many of his group would be willing to do the same?

He knew there was no way in hell Darcy would find himself onstage and if Darcy wasn't doing it, Caroline probably wouldn't...unless someone convinced her she'd put all others to shame. He had no clue about the rest, but he wanted Jane up there. She had a tendency to be a bit shy about her talents, but he knew she had a sweet voice. Besides, it was all in good fun and he knew this place had a great selection of songs.

As they sat with their drinks, those nervous about being forced up on stage voiced their objections when he asked, "So who will be part of the fearless few to venture into the spotlight?"

"No chance of seeing me up there. I have a voice like a hyena," Charlotte quipped.

"I'm up for it," Henry smiled and turned to Charlotte, "but you'll have to choose the song."

Jane and Caroline said maybe, Richard was ready to roll and Darcy just laughed and shook his head. When Charles turned to face Lizzy he was surprised by her reply.

"I've never done karaoke. I'm not about to start now."

The protests began, but to no avail. Lizzy would not go onstage. "I'm afraid I'm not experienced in the fine art of singing along to a television screen."

Charlotte and Jane looked perplexed but didn't comment, and soon Charles was up there doing a spirited rendition of Hot Chocolate's You Sexy Thing. He mostly sang to Jane but he soon had the crowd in stitches, including Darcy, who was relaxing after his initial hesitation at entering such a place. Henry wasn't ready to go up, as he and Charlotte couldn't decide on an acceptable song. Richard willingly went next and dared to sing I'm Too Sexy. He knew how to camp it up and the whole room cheered him on, including a table of women who began waving money at him and shouting, "Take it off!" When he sauntered over to their table, a five-dollar bill was shoved down his pants. He dashingly kissed the lady's hand to the delight of her friends, and the whole room. After he finished, he ordered a bottle of wine for the lady who'd provided the fiver.

Upon returning to his seat, Lizzy gave him a congratulatory hug. He smiled broadly but was brought back to reality by his cousin's glower. He proceeded to kiss Lizzy's cheek in a flagrant attempt to taunt Darcy. Jane and Charles looked to be in a heated conversation about her song. They were scouring the play list, with Charles egging her on.

"Jane, are you going up?" Lizzy asked excitedly. She knew Jane would think she was showing off if she went onstage, but Charles seemed to be convincing her to do it.

"Yes, I am," Jane said confidently, obviously affected by her consumption of alcohol and Charles' positive urging. Such assertive behaviour was positively brazen for Jane under regular circumstances. Lizzy was giddy with her sister's response, an indication that Jane wasn't the only one affected by the evening's beverages.

Jane had chosen a Motown tune. In fact, Charles had insisted upon it, thinking it would be a good joke for Lizzy to hear the lyrics. Although Jane stared at Charles through most of the song, for moral support as much as for the thought of singing to him, she looked right at Lizzy when she gave the advice, "If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss."

Lizzy laughed heartily at the suggestion. How wrong she is.

Darcy, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable with her chuckling at that line. He desperately wanted to know what was going through her mind. He thought that maybe he'd try to talk with her again, take a chance on getting lucky. It was worth a shot. It was his birthday, after all.

Before he had an occasion to say anything, Richard was a step ahead of him. "Lizzy, my dear, why aren't you up there?" My dear? When had she become his 'dear'? Darcy thought with growing grumpiness.

"I already said why. I've never done karaoke and I don't really want to start."

Darcy saw this as an opening. "Elizabeth, don't you have a better reason than that? You have to start sometime. You seemed to like to sing at the concert, not that I could really hear you there. Now's your chance."

"I sang at the concert because I loved all the songs, not because I wanted to perform," Lizzy reasoned.

"But I know you to be a very good performer, that's half the battle isn't it?" Darcy said smiling, remembering their first encounter.

"I could say the same thing about you. You act very convincingly when you choose to," she pointed out, raising her eyebrow and returning his smile. "But I'll never get up there. I don't perform for strangers," Darcy responded.

"If I'm not mistaken, I never asked you to. You started it," Lizzy countered. She was actually enjoying the banter but would be damned if she let Darcy know.

"Come on Lizzy, you're a good sport, you should go up and sing. It's loads of fun, though not Darcy's sort of fun, I suppose," Richard added.

"You're right Richard, it's not my style," Darcy said haughtily swigging down his drink and slamming it on the table emphatically. He was feeling the effects of downing several ounces of fine spirits.

"Style. Is that what you call it, Mr. Darcy?" Lizzy drawled, resting an elbow on the table and leaning closer to the man in question.

"What do you mean?" he said, mirroring her movements and putting himself nose to nose with her.

"Just call it like it is. This is beneath you," Lizzy accused, enunciating every word.

"Is not," he responded, offended. So much so he leaned back from her, even though he had very much enjoyed their proximity.

"I just don't want to," he said with a slight pout. With the addition of liquour to his system, Darcy's reserve and pride transformed into hauteur and petulance. He was behaving like a big bad birthday boy. Lizzy nearly snorted at his demeanour but held it in. She wanted to push him a little more yet. Besides, she had a point or two she wanted to make.

"Of course it is. The only reason I'm not up there is because I've never done the whole karaoke thing, not because I think it's only something for poor working-class slobs and their blue collar sensibilities. You're too proud. You think you're above this. You're being a snob -- vain even."

"Even if you could sing, which I highly doubt, you'd never do it in a place like this. It would be insupportable. You'd have to be somewhere with a concert grand or some such nonsense." Lizzy was quite pleased with her ability to string coherent thoughts together at this point. However, if she were to be honest, she was well aware of the fact her vocabulary sometimes stretched when she was dipping into the sauce, as did her need to argue.

She had also unknowingly hit a little too close to home, and Darcy was feeling more than a tad uncomfortable with her assertions. He decided to turn the tables; put her on the defensive. He again leaned in closely, squinted his eyes suspiciously, and stated, "There's nothing wrong with having standards. Besides, you're just trying to deflect attention from yourself. Are you too good to go up there too?"

"So you admit it?" Lizzy retorted, her eyes blazing in success.

"Admit what?" asked Darcy, confused.

"You just said you were too good to go up there," Lizzy replied, arching her eyebrow.

"I admitted no such thing," he countered. "Listen, if you go up, I'll go up. Is that what you want? Is that what it would take?"

Darcy cursed under his breath. If he hadn't heard the words coming from his mouth, he wouldn't have believed it. He'd just cornered himself. She hadn't even had to work up a sweat to get him there. He swore he'd never drink again, at least not in the company of Elizabeth Bennet.

But Lizzy wasn't quite done yet. She was all riled up by his cockiness. "Oh my God, you're so full of yourself. I said I didn't want to, regardless of what you do. Do you think so much of yourself that you could possibly affect my decision about whether I go up and sing a bloody karaoke song or not? God, you're such an ass."

By this point, Lizzy had whipped Darcy into a frenzy. He was bound and determined to get that woman up onstage just to prove he could, since she obviously didn't want to. If it meant he really had to go up, so be it. He didn't believe for one second she wouldn't want him to go through the same humiliation.

"What would it take for you to go up there, Elizabeth? Just let me know and I'll do it. Anything," Darcy offered. His intense, dark eyes were transfixed upon hers. He loved the air of competition between them; in fact, it aroused him - mightily. She had an almost predatory look about her; a tigress ready to pounce, and it gave him an instinctive urge to do the same.

The whole table had been watching the scene unfold, uncertain whether to be amused by the argument or worried for the couple's safety. Lizzy's suspenseful pause only served to unnerve their audience more.

Lizzy pursed his lips and pondered her next move. She was trying to hold in her smirk and reign in her aggressiveness. She wasn't going to push him any farther. She had him pleading to her, knowing she would ask him to do things he detested - performing to strangers, possibly embarrassing himself, and doing it just because of a woman's request. His eyes showed a raw determination, a feral potency that made every pore of her skin tingle. She revelled in the moment, finally giving her answer.

"Okay Darcy. I'll go up...if you go first. I just want to make sure you don't chicken out."

"I don't chicken out of anything. Do you?" Darcy dared.

They were so close she could feel his hot breath on her face. His lips were mere inches from hers and looked so inviting, so ready to kiss. She swallowed hard to steady her breathing, and replied directly, "If I want something bad enough, Mr.Darcy, I never back down."

"It seems we have something in common, Ms. Bennet," he said cocking his head and edging even closer to her lips. Not another soul existed in their world and they simultaneously breathed in, readying themselves for their long overdue physical collision.

Caroline had other ideas. She hadn't liked the course of their conversation, their closeness and the fact that she was being ignored. Standing she practically wrenched his shoulder back to have him look at her, breaking the standoff between the two duelists.

"Well, Darcy, if you're going to do this, I might as well do it too. And I'll go first to make you feel more comfortable. Is there anything you'd like me to sing on your birthday?"

He looked up at Caroline, not at all happy to have been interrupted at such a moment. He had been so close to Elizabeth, he had smelled the chocolate on her breath. But the absurdity of her desperate action, combined with a certain lethargic complacence due to a warm whisky buzz, made him chuckle. What a desperate woman.

"No, Caroline, sing whatever you like. Go on, I'll watch from here," he said turning away from her to return his gaze to Elizabeth. He smiled and rolled his eyes, sharing his amusement with her.

Lizzy leaned into his ear to reprimand him. "Stop that Darcy. That's not very nice."

"Come on, Elizabeth. She sets herself up for these things. Don't pity her."

"Speaking of being set up," Lizzy grinned, placing a finger on her chin, "What are you going to sing? I know...Sweet Caroline?"

He began to laugh at her joke, but her reminder brought him back to the task at hand, as well as the fact that she had so successfully manipulated him into the situation. He marched determinedly over to the play list near Charles's seat, but turned back to the stage as he heard Caroline bludgeon You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman. It wasn't that Caroline couldn't sing, it was just she didn't know her limitations. She didn't have a soulful bone in her body and her version was so bland, it made Pat Boone seem downright edgy.

Richard and Henry were so entertained with the performance, they both held up lighters and swayed. Charlotte put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing and Lizzy had to turn away to hide her face.

Darcy had blocked her out completely and was now searching the list. He wasn't really a fan of pop music, but secretly craved alternative rock when he really needed to let go. Overall, music was what played in the background while other things were going on, although he had to admit, he'd enjoyed his last concert...but there were other reasons for that.

"Darcy, why don't you try some Elvis, that's always popular," Charles suggested with a laugh.

Darcy merely scoffed at the remark and kept perusing, while he carried on an argument in his head. How the hell did I get myself into this? I can't back down now. Look at her, with that smirk...the cat that swallowed the canary. I wonder if she's the kind of cat who purrs... or growls...Oh, she's taking off her jacket again. That dress...those curves... Darcy, stop! Concentrate. This was her plan the whole time, wasn't it? Okay, find a song that you don't really have to sing to...

Then he spied it - a particular favourite of his. That would do.

He granted Caroline a slight smile as she returned from her performance, and then headed up to face the music. As he reached the stage, one of the most self- assured men in the country almost balked with fear, but he spotted Elizabeth with that same self-satisfied grin, and eyes ablaze with what looked to be excitement. He wouldn't let her down, even if she wanted him to. He cued the music and began his singing career; one he hoped would go no further than this one song.

His table was hooting and hollering as the first guitar riff began for Short Skirt, Long Jacket. As a drunken man, Darcy thought his ode to Elizabeth quite subtle, but every single person at their table knew he was singing those quirky lyrics for her.

Other tables did not; however, and soon the boisterous women's group, who had so coveted Richard, had found a new object of lust. They screamed, "Check out my fingernails"..."I'll get up early for you"... "I'm fast and thorough."

Darcy actually had to smile at their eagerness. He knew he was no crooner (thank God the song didn't call for that), but he also knew these ladies had no clue who he was. Their flirting was fun and innocent, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. Even though he couldn't say he was enjoying the experience, it wasn't as awful as he thought it would be.

Lizzy thought Darcy was quite hilarious until the rest of the table started needling her. Richard shouted, "Ah, isn't that cute. He's serenading you. It must be love."

To this Lizzy's eyes fired him a warning shot, while Caroline was offended by his presumption and replied, "Don't be so silly Richard. How do you know who he's singing about? It could be for me for all you know. It's just a song. He's doing quite well."

Lizzy was getting a little uncomfortable with the attention, and as Darcy neared the end of his song, she excused herself. Jane had mentioned there was a bit of a prop room backstage and she thought she might have a look to help spice up her performance.

Charles followed suit shortly thereafter and greeted Darcy with a huge grin in the back hallway. "Darcy, you have hidden talent. I wish I'd brought my camcorder."

"I'm very glad you didn't."

"So are you going to ask her out now?"

"What...who are you talking about?" Darcy asked, a bit flustered.

"Lizzy, of course. We know who inspired you to sing, especially after the argument that got you up on the stage in the first place. If you'd been any closer to her, you'd have tasted her."

Darcy refused to respond, choosing instead to avert his eyes (for we all know how much he hated lying).

"Darcy," Charles urged.

"Alright. You're right. The truth is I've never been so attracted to a woman in my life. I've almost asked her out but I'm...well, to be honest...I'm a little afraid of her."

"Afraid?" Charles asked, bewildered by such a strange admission.

"You've seen her Charles. Jane is beautiful, yes...but you'd have to be blind not to notice Elizabeth as well...her figure, her attitude, her whole...aura." He paused, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. "It's like...she emits pheromones or something. Men flock to her and I think it's her intention. I overheard a conversation...at the barbecue...with her mother ..."

"You eavesdropped? Darcy that's beneath you," Charles admonished. "I didn't mean to...at first. I just intended to spend more time with Elizabeth and then I heard the two talking of her former...conquests. You know I never trusted her. Well, her mother seemed to be proud of the fact that Elizabeth, and Jane for that matter, had caught rich men. She's just a gold-digger. In fact, Elizabeth-- " he stopped as he heard someone clear their throat. He and Charles both looked to the side to see Lizzy, who had been rummaging in the prop room with the door open. She had heard every word, and her face was stern and red with rage. surprisingly, she spoke rather flippantly. "Go on...finish your story."

Darcy should have learned from previous exchanges to apologize and shut up; he should have recognized that Lizzy was in no mood to be goaded. However, William Darcy felt he had done nothing of which to be ashamed. He was revealing the truth to Charles, a truth Lizzy hadn't denied to her mother. He was also using this as a way to defend himself from her appealing clutches, and above all, he had consumed a formidable amount of whisky, which was unquestionably affecting his good judgement.

"I was going to say...that Elizabeth has quite willingly been involved with wealthy, married men. She agreed with her mother that it was a shame she lost her opportunities." He looked at her for a reaction and was not disappointed.

"So, this is your opinion of me. My faults by your account are great indeed," she spoke harshly.

"Do you deny it?" Darcy asked, secretly wishing she would.

"Why should I even bother? You've already jumped to your conclusion. Would you believe me if I did?" she asked.

"I might consider it," he retorted angrily.

"Listen, I've never desired your good opinion and you certainly haven't given it willingly. I don't care what you believe. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bargain to fulfill. Believe it or not, I never go back on my word, and besides, you know how much I love to put on a show."

She slammed the door to the prop room and promptly began to hyperventilate. The nerve! The gall of that man! He thinks I'm a gold-digger. Didn't he even hear me tonight? How many offers did I have this week! How laughable! But she wasn't laughing. She felt absolutely empty. She tried not to dwell on the hurt growing inside of her, focusing only on the anger. Once she had called him every conceivable insulting name, she turned her thoughts to her mother, and that conversation. Oh, if Darcy had only asked her about it right away, she would have willingly explained it, but now, she was frustrated by his continued lack of respect for her, and she wanted to put him in his place. Somehow.

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened to reveal Jane. "Lizzy, Charles told me what happened. Are you okay? Have you been crying?"

"No, not yet," Lizzy answered, inhaling deeply. "Is he still here?"

"Yes, but I don't know for how long. Charles is pretty frustrated with him...as am I," Jane replied honestly.

"Don't be. He's not worth it. Besides, it's just between the two of us. Don't get mixed up in it," Lizzy tried to reason with her protective sister. "By the way, you have told Charles about Mom, right?"

"Oh, yeah. He knows. I told him on our first date. Don't worry about that. Are you sure you're okay? I could arrange for punishment on Darcy's next dental visit. I have friends, you know," Jane kidded with a waggle of her eyebrows.

That got Lizzy smiling. Jane had often joked about belonging to the "Dental Mafia." Lizzy almost started to believe her when a root canal correlated with a particularly strong disagreement she'd had with her sister.

"No, I don't think I'd be that cruel. He's just guilty of bad ... stupid ... idiotic judgement," Lizzy reasoned. "I would like to do something to punish him somehow though ..."

Lizzy's eyes suddenly caught the glint of rhinestones in one of the prop boxes. A small smile crept onto her face. "I think I have an idea, Jane. Maybe it'll put him in his place without being truly vindictive." Lizzy smiled and got ready for her song.

Upon gracing the stage, Lizzy automatically received a few whistles. She cut a naughty figure in her lacy dress and stockings, but what got the crowd going was a pink feather boa and a rhinestone tiara. The music did not start. Instead, she tapped on the microphone and spoke, completely at ease in front of the curious crowd.

"Hello! Tonight I decided to try one of my favourite songs...until I heard a certain gentleman's conversation. It reminded me of a simpler time ... when men were men and women were ... girls... and girls had only one goal in life...to latch onto a man with money."

As Lizzy drawled on, the crowd roared and Darcy stiffened defensively. As usual, little emotion escaped, but his mind was churning...questioning...freaking out. How far will she take this? Will she actually single me out? Should I make a break for it?

Even with this impending sense of doom, Darcy remained in his seat, virtually frozen to the spot; terrified of the possible embarrassment and mesmerized by Elizabeth's stage presence. Devil with a blue dress on, indeed.

"And although I'm not blonde," Lizzy continued, "which I hear is what some gentleman prefer, I'd like to sing this song in honour of those times, as well as for the man who reminded me of them."

With that, the karaoke machine began to play a surprisingly good instrumental version of Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend. Lizzy never even bothered to look at the screen. She proceeded to perform every line with a campy, sarcastic and truth-be-told, very Marilyn intonation. She started with a husky, deep voice and slipped just as easily into girlish giddiness.

Darcy felt like the butt of a cigarette being crushed under Lizzy's three-inch heels. Thank God only Charles...well, and Jane...know what's going on...and they were both cheering Lizzy on. In fact, as she pranced, posed and paraded in front of the audience, they were all energetically egging her on. The truth was, she was fabulous and funny, cheeky and sexy and heartily enjoying her playful revenge.

Every line of that old standard seemed to dig at Darcy and his earlier accusations. Every look she passed his way was a saucy taunt, and every flirtatious wink or nod she made towards other men was a rejection of any move he'd ever made on her.

Once again, she managed to stir conflicting emotions in him. He was not amused by her cheekiness. He was insulted. What had he done that was so wrong? Charles had a right to know about the Bennet women! But Lizzy's reaction to his words...this performance, seemed to throw everything he said back in his face, and he began to doubt himself. Did he hear wrong? Did she have a valid answer to his question? As it was, he doubted she'd ever speak to him again so his uncertainty made little difference.

He also wondered about her singing. She was very talented, particularly to be able to perform so well with so little help...in a crummy bar, with a pitiful microphone and a bloody karaoke machine as accompaniment. Didn't she say she couldn't sing! She lied to get me up there! She did it again! All those negative, accusatory thoughts were ultimately pushed aside as he watched her move. Near the end of the song, mirroring one of Marilyn Monroe's poses; Lizzy stretched her arms high in the air and belted out, "But stiff back or stiff knees, you stand straight as...Tiffany's..."

This action enabled Darcy to meditate on the very great pleasure a pair of sexy garters on the legs of a pretty woman can bestow.

Elizabeth Bennet had again succeeded in discombobulating William Darcy. He didn't know what to think. His mind was as convoluted as Caroline Bingley's wardrobe. His body, unfortunately, was more ready for hers than ever. When Lizzy finished her song, to calls for an encore, he hardly knew what to do or feel. Again, he remained in his chair, dumbstruck; watching the events of the evening sweep over him, unused to having so little control. What a hell of a birthday. I should have just stayed in bed.

Lizzy disappeared offstage and the crowd died down; the bar grew almost silent. No one in their right mind would follow a show like that, so it marked the finale of the entertainment for the evening. When the bartender realized the eerily quiet atmosphere, he cranked the music and the place returned to normal.

"Where did that little lady learn to do that?" Henry asked, quite amazed and a bit disappointed, knowing he'd be a fool to try a turn at strutting his stuff now.

"Well, to be honest, that's kind of her signature number, although she hasn't done it since high school. Sort of a love/hate thing," Jane answered, only making the group more curious to hear the story. They all looked at her expectantly, so she continued.

"In her senior year, her school was putting on a revue of old movie musicals. Lizzy was picked to be Marilyn."

"Humph, she's not even blonde," Caroline interjected, overtly jealous of the attention to Lizzy's talent.

"Caroline, it's beside the point, but neither was Marilyn," Charlotte spoke up. "Anyway, Lizzy solved that with a wig. And if you have to ask which features she and Marilyn have in common, I suggest you put the question to any man at this table. I'm sure they'd give you an answer or two."

This brought wide grins and a few nods from three of the four men...Darcy did not want any of them to so blatantly enjoy Lizzy's assets.

"Anyway, she hasn't performed this song since then, not that she's really had a reason to...until now," Jane said, glancing at Darcy. "She got frustrated in school when guys seemed to take her act on stage to heart. You know, stupid high school boys who thought they could get lucky if they bought her off. She's so not like that."

Jane again turned directly to Darcy, hoping he was catching every point she made. The object of the conversation chose that moment to appear.

"As I live and breathe, if it isn't Ms. Monroe herself," Richard called as Lizzy returned to stand by the table. "You were incredible! Brilliant! Bravo!"

A chorus of similar compliments flowed from the table.

"Thank you. Thank you. You're all very sweet. I hate to sing and run, but this little girl is quite tired."

"I thought you said you couldn't sing," Darcy stated abruptly.

"I said no such thing."

"Yes you did," he insisted. "It was to get me up there...to try to embarrass me."

"Darcy, if you listened to me rather than trying to interpret my words to suit your own perceived notions, you would recall I said that I'd never done karaoke and I didn't want to start now. In fact, I only started arguing about going up when you began to push me into it."

"She's right, you know," Richard interjected, much to Darcy's displeasure.

"Listen, Darcy, I'd love to stay and argue some more but I'm going home. I've been up since 5 am and it's nearly midnight. I'm tired," Lizzy said, weary, not only from the events of the day, but also from the gamut of emotions she had experienced that evening.

"Ah, a girl who gets up early and stays up late," Richard repeated the words of Darcy's earlier song. He gave Darcy a wicked grin. Darcy countered with a nasty scowl.

"I think I'll head out too," Darcy said, wanting to get Lizzy alone to try to talk rationally, without an audience.

"Oh, no, birthday boy," Lizzy said, placing her hand on his shoulder, momentarily diverted by its firmness. "You're the guest of honour. You can't leave. I'm just going to grab a cab. It's been great meeting you, Henry. See you again, all. Richard, it's been wonderful to finally see you in the flesh."

Richard gave her a kiss upon the cheek and a warm hug. In his estimation, she was a phenomenal woman for putting it to Darcy so easily. He was glad to have met her.

Darcy didn't like this chain of events at all. He stood up and this time, he placed a hand on Elizabeth's still-bare shoulder. A rush of desire crept over him as he felt her soft skin.

"Elizabeth, let me call my driver. He'll take you home."

"What? Oh, Darcy, no. I've already called a cab. Don't be silly. I don't need a driver." She laughed at the ridiculousness of the offer. I just want to get away from everything associated with you, Mr. Darcy. I definitely don't need to sit in your car.

"I insist. It's not safe for a woman to take a taxi alone. If you won't let me join you-"

"Give it up, Darcy. You don't need to protect a girl like me. I can take care of myself." Lizzy turned and retrieved her jacket, scarf and handbag, gave a final wave and walked out of the bar.

There was no way Darcy was going to leave it at that.

"Elizabeth!" he called to her as he exited the bar.

"Why are you following me Darcy? Your opinion of me is perfectly clear and I believe I told you what I think of it."

"Would you please explain to me what I misconstrued in your conversation with your mother?" he asked politely, softly taking her arm to make it a little more difficult for her to bolt, which she seemed to do on almost every occasion they'd met.

"The time for you to ask that question of me has come and gone. You obviously want to think of me as some conniving chequebook-chasing she-devil with a penchant for lying," Lizzy paused, deciding to twist the knife a little before leaving. "It's a shame too, things might have worked out this evening."

"What do you mean?" Darcy asked, furrowing his brow but stepping a little closer to her. She did the same, then walked her fingers up his chest and answered unabashedly, "Come now, Darcy, you're no fool. I'm not usually like this...but tonight...for some reason...had you said the word, when we were at the hotel, I would have willingly followed you upstairs...or wherever..."

She could hear his breathing become laboured; she could feel it as she touched his chest, and once again, she took a step closer, biting her lip temptingly. He wound his arm around her waist and pulled her against him to probe even further. "And then what, Elizabeth?"

"Well, quite honestly, you would have been treated to a night of hot...sweaty...wild...obscene sex. You've had a taste of me. You know it would have been incredible," she said in a breathy but forceful whisper, getting a hot and bothered by her own description of their union. Damn it Lizzy, you're taking this too far...remember what he said.

"What's stopping us now?" Darcy asked huskily. His eyes darkened in pure lust and he awaited her consent. He was already visualizing her - and those garters - - in his bed.

Lizzy forced herself to close her eyes, swallow hard and remember his previous words. You know I never trusted her... She's just a gold-digger...

"What's stopping us?" she repeated strongly, and with a willpower that shocked even her, wrenched her body out of his arms and spoke from behind clenched teeth. "Only the fact you've insulted me all night. You dismissed me earlier, you humiliated me in front of a bouncer, and you had no hesitation in calling me a liar. Most of all, you think I'm out to get your money...or any other man's for that matter. So, forgive me if I'm not really ready to rip my clothes off for you."

She began to walk towards the waiting cab when she had another thought. If anything, Lizzy liked to speak her mind. "And are you any different, if that were the case? Are you after anything else but my body? Ready to use it one night and dispose of me once you've sated your...curiosity?"

He didn't answer right away. He knew he wanted her, and then to have her out of his system. It was hypocritical of him, but there was no way he was going to admit it. Besides, a snag in the process was his worry that if he did have her once, he might never be able to let her go.

Lizzy interrupted his thoughts as she stood by the door of her cab. "If you ever figure out your answer, call someone who cares...because I certainly don't."

And with that Lizzy hopped into the backseat, slammed the door and didn't look back. Not once. Tears stung in her eyes for the second time that night but she willed them not to fall. To hell with him if he just wants a quick fuck. I'm nothing to him, so he'll be nothing to me.

She continued to ruminate over these facts - as the cab drove on, as she walked up her stairs and as she opened the door of her townhouse. At the last moment before entering, she turned to look back towards the street and noticed a second cab slowly leaving the curb behind hers. She was momentarily confused, as the passenger hadn't bothered to get out. Wrong address, I guess, she thought. Closing the door, her only desire was to be asleep and be free of continuous thoughts of Darcy.

Lizzy slept fitfully that night with erratic dreams; a mishmash of skin against skin, strong hands furrowing through her dark hair and conversely hers through her lover's. When she felt a crest of pleasure mounting, the lover would disappear and the dream would quickly stop. Then later, she dreamt she was dripping from head to toe in diamonds. They seemed glued to her body like scales to a mermaid.

Darcy stood in front of her with admiring eyes and she eagerly requested, *Take me now."

He tried. He kissed her passionately and attempted to remove the diamonds from her body. "I can't, they won't come off. Tell me what to do."

"Of course they will. You're not trying hard enough. All I want is you," Lizzy urged.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid you're not worth it. I have to leave," Darcy said, turning and walking away.

"Please, please, don't give up on me! Darcy, please," Lizzy begged to no avail. She watched him walk through a door. "NO!"

She awoke sweating and disoriented, with a pounding headache. She looked at the clock and it read 11:47. She had slept more than 10 hours. She'd needed it, but it was a rare occurrence and now the effects of the night before were coming back to haunt her.

Forget about him, Lizzy. He's not worth it. He's too distrustful. He's even hurtful. You can't deal with someone like that.

She made her way to the bathroom and popped a couple of ibuprofen. I really didn't drink that much, did I? No, I just didn't have a very restful sleep. That's what it is. She reasoned with herself down the hallway to the kitchen where she met a very curious eyes Jane.

"I was wondering when you'd show your face. Are you feeling okay?"

"Just a headache, a pounding, throbbing, nasty one. Next time, remind me that five is way too much. I'll get over it eventually... I think I'll lay low today though."

"What happened after you and Darcy left us last night?" Jane asked.

"What do you mean, when Darcy and I left you? He went back into the bar when I got in the cab, didn't he?"

"No. About 10 minutes after you two headed out the door, Darcy called Charles on his cell phone to let him know he'd hopped in a cab and was on his way home. We thought maybe you'd patched things up," Jane explained. She didn't elaborate on the fact the men had thought Darcy was getting a prettily packaged birthday gift.

"Far from it," Lizzy answered, pouring herself a glass of water. However, she began to think about last night and the realization hit her. He made sure I got home safely...

"Lizzy, do you want to talk? What happened when you two left?" Jane asked tentatively. As humourous as Lizzy's performance was last night, Jane knew her sister had been hurt much more than she wanted to admit. Lizzy and Darcy seemed so intense, in either their like or dislike of each other, that she didn't necessarily think they would be healthy together.

"We fought again. I'm not going into details, Jane. You wouldn't like some of the words that were thrown about," Lizzy answered, side- stepping the question as best as she could. She hadn't sorted out her feelings yet so she didn't want to express them to anyone else.

Jane decided to press the issue. "Lizzy, can you two ever speak rationally together?"

Lizzy accepted she wasn't getting anywhere without fessing up, so she thought the best route with Jane would be to spell out exactly what Darcy was after. Speaking plainly might put an end to her sister's questions. "Not when all he wanted to do was take me home and have his way with me. I mean we hardly speak to each other civilly, he says nasty things about me to his friends, he insulted me in every possible manner, and he still thought I'd be open to the option of screwing his brains out."

"Lizzy! You can't be serious!" Jane said, as aghast by Lizzy's bluntness as by the actual course of the argument.

"Totally. After all he said about me last night, he still thought he could get lucky."

Jane pondered this for a moment, trying to rationalize Darcy's expectations. "Well, you did start off in a rather unorthodox manner the first time you met."

"It doesn't give him the right to presume I'd sleep with him," Lizzy countered, although a bit guiltily. She was replaying the argument in her mind and she knew she was just as much to blame for his presumption as he was.

"No, you're right," Jane said, wondering if that was the end of it.

"Of course, it doesn't give me the right to tease him with the idea either," Lizzy confessed penitently.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, Jane. It wasn't all his fault - our disagreement last night, at least the last one. He was just trying to make sense of what he'd heard Mom say and I didn't think he deserved to be answered. Then I told him, if he had played his cards right, he might have gotten lucky," Lizzy said, looking down and rubbing an imaginary spot on the kitchen floor with her foot.

"It wasn't right for you to lead him on like that. You'd never have done that," Jane chastised.

"But the truth is...I was ready to...if he'd been nice. I know, I've never done anything like that before...but with this man, it's...it's so extreme. It's like a chemical reaction when he enters the room. I start to remember our kiss that night...and wham, all these powerful feelings hit me. I think we fit...physically...but mentally...it's a whole other story."

"You weren't really..." Jane began again, disbelieving.

"That's what scares me the most, Jane. I was...really... earlier on, but then... I never realized how badly he thought of me until last night." Lizzy stood defeated. Jane knew Darcy already had the power to hurt Lizzy even more than she first imagined, more than Lizzy realized. She wanted to tread carefully here, but she also wanted to tell Lizzy what she truly thought of the situation.

"I think he really does like you, and that his distrust is more about him than you. He seems to be a rather complicated man. If you were to begin to get involved with him, I don't know if it would be easy."

"You're probably right on both counts. I think he is complicated, but unfortunately, complicated always seems to be interesting. Having said that, unless he treats me as nothing less than a princess from here on in, I don't want to have anything to do with him," Lizzy decided resolutely. Jane nodded in agreement. Thinking it over, Lizzy added resignedly, "Then again, I don't think he wants a relationship, particularly with me, so I guess I don't really have to worry about these things."

"Lizzy, even if he does make it up to you, don't play with fire. He's much older than anyone you've ever been involved with. You aren't as experienced as you like to think and he doesn't know that. Be careful, for both your sakes," Jane said reasonably.

Jane wasn't exaggerating as she warned her sister. Although Lizzy knew how to flirt with abandon, she rarely went further with a man. She had had only two serious relationships in her life; one steady boyfriend at the end of high school who was gone after her first semester of university, and the other in her third year of university. The first was a young love, one of innocence and discovery that ended amicably. It was no great passion on either part. The second was with a younger man. She was 21, he 20 - no serious age difference but one where she had kept all the control. They had dated for a year and a half and although she had thought of him warmly, she had known it wasn't love. She never realized it, but she ensured the upper hand with both men. Darcy was a very different beast, but very similar to her in this regard. As opposed to letting her lead him, they would most likely butt heads - hell, they already had.

"I highly doubt there's much to worry about. I don't think his pride will allow him to get back in touch with me. I burned him pretty good," Lizzy said, scrunching her nose.

She put her now empty glass in the sink and stretched. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my bed awaits my return. Are you off anywhere today?"

"I just need to run a few errands this afternoon and then Charles wants me to come over tonight so you may not see me for the rest of the day. By the way, can you make it to Charles's place for dinner on Friday? He's having a get together with a few of his friends."

"Friday? Sorry, can't make it. Some of my friends at work are getting together for a wine and cheese... a girl's night in. We've been putting it off forever. Maybe some other time?"

"Sure," Jane said quietly, not really wanting to press the fact she had wanted Lizzy there for moral support. The dinner party was for Charles to introduce her to all of his friends, and other than Darcy, she knew no one. She was rather nervous at the prospect but Charles had insisted they have it right away as their coming month's schedule would be hectic. Lizzy brought her back to the present and never noticed her sister's pensive mood.

"Before you leave, can you take the phone off the hook? I just want to sleep. And thanks for listening, Jane. I do appreciate your concern," Lizzy said, assuring Jane that she wasn't interfering. Jane smiled and silently hoped Lizzy would have an easier time of it, with or without Darcy in her life.

Pemberley stood in the chi-chi enclave of Rockcliffe Park; a neighborhood in central Ottawa that bordered the Ottawa River and was abundant in trees, parks and that other form of greenery that enabled people to live there. Ottawa was founded by lumber barons, and their homes were as sturdy as their industry, but now many of them housed ambassadors, high-tech tycoons and an assortment of overachievers. Pemberley was the grandest; a fine stone structure on ten acres of land, quite a hefty piece of yardage for the centre of the city. The only property with more acreage was the Governor General's Residence, and the taxpayers of Canada owned that.

Within the confines of this grandest of homes, Darcy had awoken, two hours earlier than Lizzy, with a smile on his face. His dreams had been very fulfilling; involving feather boas, seemed stockings, lacy garter belts, and a very alluring brunette. But as the sunlight finally peeked between the clouds and then his curtains, Darcy's grin quickly faded. For indeed, he was in a similar state as the elusive Ms. Bennet - his head ached, as did the rest of his body.

Elizabeth...she had infiltrated his conscious and unconscious dreams. She was a tornado; barging into his life, sweeping him off his feet, turning his daily routine upside down and making sure he landed harshly on his face at every opportunity. Should he wish her away? Would he wish away last night from his memory if he had the chance? No way in hell. The indelible memories were too sweet: the sight of her garters, the scoop of her neckline, those killer heels, the silkiness of her skin when he touched her shoulders, and especially the touch of her lips when she had kissed him on the cheek. He took a moment and blocked out the rest of the evening to just enjoy the snippets that had given him pleasure. They only included Elizabeth.

The pounding inside his head brought him back to the present and he slipped into the washroom for some medication.

As he reassessed their discussion, he recognized Elizabeth was right for the most part; he had been an ass to her. She had had any number of potential bedfellows, it would seem, and she had rejected them time and time again. Even Richard seemed ready to make a move if she had let him, but she had not. She flirted, yes, but she hadn't given him any indication of interest, unlike her provocative birthday wish to him and her admission that she had been ready to sleep with him. He had lost his chance. Well, no more of that, Darcy thought resolutely. Regardless of what might be in her past, Darcy wanted her now. If she won't explain herself, I'll just have to believe her. It's my turn to sweep her away.

As he wandered downstairs for some strong coffee, he began to devise a plan. He would call her today, start afresh. He was determined things would go his way, he would not fail.

Monday morning, Lizzy entered her sprawling office, otherwise known as Corner Cubicle Number 30, and was intrigued to find a long white box on her desk and a lovely vase. A thank you from the delegation perhaps? A thank you from Monsieur Martel for ensuring they had paid their bill?

The box contained a dozen long stem coral roses. Coral roses - desire, she thought absently.

She fumbled a little with the card and when she finally had a look at it, the writing simply said: Can we start over?

No name. None needed. She was not happy, and yet she couldn't help but be a little satisfied.

As she sat down at her desk, she tried to make sense of her feelings... and his. What does he want? What does he mean "start over"? Do I want him anywhere near me? Does he think a dozen roses can impress or appease me?

Most of her morning was wasted through various permutations of these questions. She wasn't ready to say yes to the question posed on the card, but she wasn't quite ready to say no either. She didn't know exactly why she felt this way. She reasoned her interest must be purely physical, just as his was, but that superficial explanation didn't quite sit right. The phone interrupted her reverie.

"Elizabeth Bennet, bonjour."

"Good morning Elizabeth."

"Darcy."

"You're very difficult to track down."

"Really?"

"Yes, I couldn't get in touch with you all weekend."

Silence.

"Did you get your delivery?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

She pursed her lips and kept her sarcastic comment to herself. Shall I swoon over his gallantry now or later?

"Lizzy, did you want to come for - hey look at those roses, who-" Mary Ellen stopped when she saw Lizzy was on the phone. She mouthed a "Sorry" and was about to leave when Lizzy held up her hand to stop her.

"Just a moment please," Lizzy said in a sugary intonation into the phone. She moved the receiver to her shoulder and turned to her friend with a big smile. "You wanted to know who sent those to me? They happen to be from a guy who treated me like crap and then expected me to have sex with him this weekend."

Mary Ellen looked at the receiver and then at Lizzy and figured out who was on the phone. She held in her laughter and whispered, "Boyfriend?"

"Not at all," Lizzy replied, perky as a cheerleader but with sarcasm infiltrating every word. "He's not even attempted to get that far. Just casual sex after insulting remarks. I better finish this call. Give me 30 seconds or so and I'll come for coffee."

Mary Ellen's mouth rounded in a tight "O", knowing the man on the other end was probably not enjoying this conversation. In their line of work, she had seen Lizzy dismiss men without them even knowing it; however, this man was feeling her wrath. He must have screwed up big time. She walked back down to her cubicle and waited patiently, knowing this coffee break chat was going to be juicy.

"So, you were saying?" Lizzy said casually, returning to her caller.

"I guess that answers both my questions," Darcy said sullenly.

"Goodbye Darcy."

As one could imagine, William Darcy, successful publishing baron, was not pleased with how his first strategy had utterly failed. He'd lost the battle, but the war was not over. He failed to recognize Lizzy would hardly like the idea of being conquered.

Monday evening, approximately 7:30 P.M.

"Hello."

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes?"

"Are you willing to reconsider? I will try to be nicer, I promise."

"Goodnight Darcy."

Well, she hadn't said no...

Lizzy was hesitant to answer her phone on Tuesday knowing he might call. She steadily worked through a pile of papers and then took a little break upon noticing an e-mail that told her she'd received an e-card. Although she could guess the sender, she couldn't resist. She clicked on the link and was soon staring at a cartoon of a very sad Dalmatian puppy sitting in his doghouse. The message read, "Can I please come out now?" Another click later, the puppy had vacated the doghouse and began to run around wagging his tail. Another message popped up. "So what do you say...can we start over yet?"

Despite herself, Lizzy chuckled and wondered what time he would call her today. But he didn't, and it was with a little regret she left her office that evening. She needn't have worried, for, once again, at about 7:30 P.M., the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Darcy."

"Did you get my message?"

"Yes, Darcy."

"Did you like it?"

The question hung in the air for several moments before Lizzy decided to answer.

"I laughed."

"Any more consideration to my question?"

"Considering."

"Good. I'll take that as a positive step."

"I said I'd consider it." Lizzy was not yet convinced. Two charming olive branches in two days did not suffice as far she was concerned... no matter how cute that puppy cartoon was.

"Are you going to Charles's dinner on Friday?"

"As a matter of fact I can't make it. Are you going?" Lizzy asked.

"Oh," Darcy said, obviously surprised by her answer. "I was looking forward to seeing you there."

"Oh," Lizzy answered back calmly, but her stomach muscles tightened at his comment.

"Are you sure you can't make it?" he pressed.

"I'm sure. Some friends from work are having a wine and cheese. I can't miss it," Lizzy explained.

"Are you free for lunch tomorrow?" he asked. He had her talking calmly and thought it best to strike while the iron was hot.

"No, I haven't been taking lunch much lately," Lizzy answered truthfully. She was trying to tie up loose ends from the last diplomatic visit before jumping into her duties for the Queen's tour; she'd had no time to do anything lately. She had just managed to get home for seven o'clock that night.

"You shouldn't neglect your health, you know. What are they doing to you there?" Darcy said, his over-protectiveness suddenly taking over.

"I do eat, don't worry, but it's usually only cafeteria crap. I'm just really busy. Oh, gosh Darcy, I have to go, my pasta's boiling over and Jane's not here to help. Sorry... bye."

"But-"

He never got the chance to finish. She ran away from me again. Well, there's always tomorrow, Darcy thought with a small smile, a little happier with Tuesday's progress.

Wednesday, 10:30 am. No e-mail, no telephone call -- Lizzy was getting worried. She had to admit she was pleased with his attention. He was finally behaving; but now, she was getting a little greedy. She ran off to a meeting and thought about calling him. No, Lizzy. He knows you're attracted to him. No need to throw yourself at him again.

As hard as she tried, she couldn't concentrate on reviewing the schedule of events for the Royal tour. When she rushed back to her cubicle to check her voice-mail, she felt giddy and sheepish all at once; for in the middle of her desk sat a beautiful basket of food -- baguettes, Brie, grapes, apples, chocolate dipped strawberries and sparkling water. The only thing missing was a handsome man to accompany the rest of the delicacies. Of course, she realized, with a frown, that was her own fault, but she couldn't help but smile as she read the card: Wouldn't want you to suffer from malnutrition - Darcy

There was no way she was going to leave this unanswered. She quickly dialed the main switchboard of Darcy Publishing and was given his assistant. After a few minutes on hold, a familiar but skeptical deep voice answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"What did I do to deserve this?" Lizzy asked, a smile evident in the warmth of her voice. It sent a rush of relief and pleasure through Darcy's body. He hadn't been sure what her reaction would be; she'd been giving him the cold shoulder but it seemed to be thawing.

"I just didn't like the thought of you eating some dreadful cafeteria food," he said casually, not wanting to come on too strong. What he truly wanted to do was crawl through the phone line and wrap himself around the warmth of her voice. She called me! he thought, a bit amazed. He hadn't expected that kind of result, not yet anyway. He had assumed she'd been playing hard to get.

"It's very sweet of you, but you know there's no need for you to do this...and there's an awful lot of food here," she said.

"You can share it with your friends if you like. I'm afraid I took your song literally the other night. I thought you said something about liking big baguettes," he said dryly, hoping she'd find the joke amusing rather than antagonistic.

"How did you know that's what I really meant," she replied, laughing.

Darcy was enchanted. In fact, if anyone could have observed him, they would have never believed the sight. He had his elbows on his desk, one hand on the phone, the other in a fist against his cheek. His eyes were glazed over and his smile was simply goofy. He was far more thrilled by the fact she had called him than he was capable of realizing. He was delighted by the sound of her voice, didn't understand why every word she spoke seemed to disarm him. He was so enraptured, had she requested a king's ransom at that moment, he would have asked in what denominations. However, he knew that wasn't what she was after. Even though he had resolved to believe her, Charles insisted on telling Darcy Mrs. Bennet's history of hyperbole. Instead of having to go on Elizabeth's word alone, he had Charles backing her up.

"Sometimes I learn quickly. Other times, well, let's not go there," Darcy paused briefly before forging ahead with some serious flirting. "By the way, you really were quite entertaining on Friday night. Would you be willing to give a private show?"

Lizzy caught her breath. Although he had been all politeness up to this point, she didn't know quite how to react to the sexual innuendo. She had still not forgiven him 100 percent and she wanted to be courted slowly. She ultimately wanted time to figure out if all he wanted from her was sex... and if she was willing to agree to it or not.

"What do you mean?" Lizzy asked back lightly.

"Are you still busy Friday night?" he asked, quite certain her plans had changed now that they were getting along.

"Yes... still busy," Lizzy answered, a little confused. "I do have a life!"

"Oh," he said, again surprised by this answer but didn't falter. "Well then, are you available tomorrow night for dinner? Oh wait, I can't ask you to see me tomorrow. I'm tied up in meetings all day with a business dinner as well. I'm sorry, would tonight be too short notice?"

"I never said we could start over," Lizzy answered coyly. She was actually stalling for time. To start, she had an appointment to get her legs waxed tonight, but there was no way in hell she'd give that as an excuse. She didn't know if she was ready to see him tonight. She was enjoying this flirting at a distance, the slow-building anticipation, the protection granted by the phone line, and wasn't quite sure she wanted her first date with him to be mid-week. Of course, maybe it would be safer that way...

"Of course, if I misunderstood your interest-" Darcy began tersely. He did not know what to think if her answer, but sensed she was toying with him; something he did not like when he was being serious.

"No, no, I'm just teasing, but tonight's not really good for me. Could you wait until Saturday?" she asked, only realizing her presumptuousness after the request was out of her mouth.

"I'm afraid I can't," he replied with disappointment. Lizzy bit her lip and wanted to kick herself. He was only asking her out, he wasn't asking her to wear his school ring. Grow up, girl. He has a life too.

So lost in her self-scolding, she almost didn't hear him continue. "I have to fly to New Zealand and Australia on Saturday. I'll be there for nearly three weeks. I'm looking at purchasing some smaller publishing companies there and the negotiations are near completion. I wanted to go on-site to see their facilities before I agree to anything further."

"Wow... yes, well, that makes sense. Unfortunately, it seems we have a hard time connecting-"

"What about Saturday morning?" he interrupted, desperate to see her.

"Will you have time?" Lizzy asked honestly.

"I would make time," he said in a determined voice that made Lizzy's toes curl.

"Saturday morning would be lovely," Lizzy answered, wishing she had said yes to his earlier offer of that evening.

"How does the Ritz on Clarence sound, say, 10 A.M?"

"Perfect. I'll be there," she replied.

"May I call you tomorrow night? It could be quite late...around 10:30?" he asked, almost hesitantly. He sounded as earnest as the schoolboy she had just convinced herself he wasn't. It was terribly endearing and she wished she could give him a squeeze for it ... among other things.

"Of course you can call me," she answered. "But on that note, I must get back to work. I want to make sure I don't get too far behind."

"Certainly. Thank you for calling Elizabeth," he said genuinely.

"Thank you, Darcy. You've made my day. Bye for now," Lizzy answered.

"Bye for now," he repeated, feeling light-headed and totally lost.

Lizzy worked very late Wednesday night, then headed straight to her 8:00 P.M. aesthetician's appointment, an unconscious response for her not accepting Darcy's offer of dinner. Ultimately, all that work was a good idea for she really was getting swamped lately. Thursday ended up being rather hectic as well, but her day was brightened by the arrival of a small basket of lavender toiletries - soap, powder and bubble bath. The time the note read: This reminded me of you. Think of me when you use it. - Darcy

She wasn't sure if she should accept this gift. After all, it was rather personal. However, he had pinpointed one of her weaknesses; the basket contained her favourite imported brand and it was often difficult to find.

She could hardly contain her excitement waiting for his call as she ran in the door of her townhouse that evening. Jane had to put up with her pacing, cleaning and edginess without knowing why her sister was so hyper. Lizzy hadn't said a word to Jane about Darcy. She didn't want to worry her or jinx the streak.

She did, however, want to find out more about Charles's get-together. "So, Jane, is there anyone going tomorrow night whom I know, besides Darcy?"

"I think Charles asked Richard the other day, but I don't think there's anyone else you know. I've no idea if Richard's bringing a date or not, but everyone else is," Jane answered absently.

This totally piqued Lizzy's interest. "Everyone else? Even Darcy?"

"Yes. Oh, I'm sorry Lizzy, is that a problem? I didn't think you'd care," Jane said, watching her sister's reaction closely.

"Oh, no. It's no big deal. I certainly don't own him," Lizzy reasoned as much to herself as to Jane. Who is he bringing? He doesn't think I'll cave, does he? Guess I'll just have to ask him.

She finally decided a half-hour lavender bubble bath with a glass of wine would take her mind off her impending phone call. Of course, the phone came into the bathroom with her, but that's beside the point.

As she sunk into the hot water and bubbles, she did as she was told; she thought about him. Her mind wandered to that first night, that delicious kiss, the way he enveloped her in his arms and the firm way his hands had touched her body. Then she jumped to the concert and the way he swayed so rhythmically against her. Mmm, what would it be like to have him here now, she thought, closing her eyes and losing herself in a vision of him walking through her bathroom door, lifting her from the tub and taking her right then and there; hot, wet, and bubbly.

So lost in her fantasies, she practically jumped out of the tub with the sound of a shrill ring. It's not 10:30 yet! It can't be!

"I've got it," she shouted to Jane and breathlessly she answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Darcy asked.

"No, it's just early, isn't it?" she asked, not wanting to move for fear he'd hear a splash. She reddened, hearing the voice of the man she had been visualizing in a most compromising position.

"Yes, it's only 10 o'clock. I didn't think you'd mind."

"Not at all. Did your meetings go well?" she asked, hoping for him to do most of the talking while she gathered her wits about her.

He briefly explained his day to her, asking several times if she was really interested. She whole-heartedly confirmed she was, the truth being she wanted to know more about him and what better way than to hear about his daily routine.

"And what are you up to this evening?" he asked.

"Nothing much," she said casually, but at that very moment she slipped slightly in the tub and nearly lost the phone. The sloshing of water alerted Darcy to her peculiar location.

"Where are you?" he asked, quite certain he had heard a squeak and a swoosh.

Though he could not see her, Lizzy was blushing furiously. She didn't know what to tell him. Although she had never shied away from flirting, actually being naked affected her comfort level. What would he think of me? She had hesitated long enough for him to add, "Are you in the bathtub? Are you putting my little gift to good use?"

Darcy was elated with the idea of her being unclothed at the other end of the line, and was quite ready to drive over and join her.

Upon hearing his delight, she relaxed but still felt... a little... well... exposed. The playing field suddenly favoured Darcy and she didn't enjoy the feeling.

"As a matter of fact I am," Lizzy finally answered honestly. "I am lying here, surrounded by lovely smelling bubbles with a glass of Chardonnay in one hand and the charming voice of a man in the other."

"Elizabeth, you paint a lovely picture," Darcy said in a dark, dreamy voice. He had not been expecting this treat, and as he lay down on his duvet, he loosened his tie and closed his eyes, envisioning the site that was only a ten minute drive away... five if necessary.

"Yes, well, thank you once again for the gifts, though I really don't expect any," she said uncomfortably, again pondering whether she should have returned this more intimate gift.

"I know you don't. That's why it makes me happy. Besides, I'm just trying to make up for my boorish behaviour. Those very small gifts are things to help you relax, to help your body. I'm sure I've put you through some stress in the past few weeks, now I'm trying to relieve it," he answered, hoping she wouldn't back away. As lovely as she was, she was very touchy when it came to certain subjects. He would have to remember that.

"You did cause me some distress. A woman doesn't like to be rejected in front of a lobby full of people," she remarked pointedly.

"Nor does she like overhearing a rude man spouting off incorrectly about her love life, I suppose," he ventured sheepishly.

"Excellent observation," she returned playfully.

"Of course, a man doesn't like to have a carrot dangled in front of him only to have it pulled away," he countered, pushing his side of the story.

"I did nothing of the sort." Lizzy responded archly, "I dangled sex in front of you."

"I stand corrected," Darcy laughed lightly, thrilled to be back on track in his pursuit of the delightful Elizabeth. He decided to try one last effort in getting her to Charles's party. "You know, if you come tomorrow night, you could correct me all night long."

"Well, you have been a naughty boy - a spanking might do you good -- but I'm afraid I still have to decline. I am busy, Darcy. My previous engagement stands. Besides, don't you already have a date?"

"Oh yes, Anne. She's a friend of the family," Darcy replied, not venturing any other information, but then adding, "Why do you ask? Are you worried?"

"Should I be?" she asked back.

"You'll only know if you come," he dared.

"There's nothing to be resolved then. I can't come. I'll just have to look forward to our breakfast and hope it won't be a threesome."

"That's an interesting concept...but not likely in this case. Besides, I'm free right now. I could come over and scrub your back," Darcy offered.

"You are such a selfless man. But unfortunately, I'm beginning to look like a prune so I think I'll be getting out. Perhaps I'll talk with you briefly tomorrow?"

"Why do you have to hang up now?" Darcy asked, wanting to hear her every movement.

"Well, it's a bit awkward," Lizzy explained.

"We've never had such a pleasant, uninterrupted conversation. Please don't be in a rush for it to end," Darcy said genuinely, knowing he'd be quite content just listening to her breathe for the rest of the night if she'd let him.

Lizzy giggled slightly. Sometimes, I think he's bi-polar; so charming in one instant, yet so dismissive in others. He'd be a fascinating case study for a psych thesis.

"Alright, I'll stay on the line. Do you mind if I put the phone down while I dry myself off?"

"Ah, where is video conferencing when you need it?" he asked with a deep regretful sigh.

"God, Darcy, you're shameless," Lizzy said in mock indignation. "You really need to get yourself some action."

No sooner had the words passed from her lips than she wished she'd bitten her tongue.

Apparently Darcy didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable with the suggestion. "Indeed I do. It seems my recent methods have left something to be desired."

"I suppose you're being too picky lately," Lizzy mused, trying to sound casual but very relieved by his reaction.

"I have been particular, haven't I? However, I'd like to think my choice will be worth the wait," he replied provocatively.

Oh, Lizzy, what have you gotten yourself into? You are such a flirt! Her body was flushed red again from their conversation. She needed to step away from the direction it was taking, and luckily she had a built in excuse.

"I'm getting out of my bath now so can you hang on while I dry?"

"I'll hang on as long as you want me to," he said, smiling to himself for confounding her so. It was rather nice to give her a bit of her own medicine.

He heard her step out of the bathtub and allowed himself a mental picture. He couldn't believe how fortunate his timing had been with the call and her willingness to carry on the conversation. He could hear her rustling, fidgeting and finally dressing. He didn't know if he could wait until Saturday morning to see her... and then nearly three weeks before seeing her again. It was going to be torture!

"Okay, now what?" Lizzy asked as she picked up the phone.

"Just do what you'd normally do on any other night," Darcy urged.

"I'd probably just head to bed."

"Mind if I join you?" His husky voice gave her goose bumps.

"You're quite the flirt when you want to be, aren't you? Where was this the other night - oh, wait - I remember. You thought I was looking to be your little Material Girl."

"Can we not bring that up again," Darcy asked, wanting her to forget about his caddish behaviour.

"I suppose, but it is a bit of a secret weapon for me. It makes you very uncomfortable," Lizzy answered impishly.

"That it does...are you in bed yet?" he asked, changing the subject rather abruptly.

"Yes."

"What are you wearing?" he asked in a deep, seductive whisper.

"PJs. What else?" she replied calmly, not biting.

"I guess I had other visions in my head."

"Do you think I go to bed in a merry widow?" she asked, at once exasperated and amused with his constant flirting.

"Something like that. I did notice you were wearing garters for my birthday," he mentioned slyly.

"What? How? I-" Lizzy sputtered in disbelief. He shouldn't have been able to figure that out. I didn't wear them for his birthday. Oh, that man!

"You struck a delightful pose during your lovely performance and I happened to notice your stockings and garters. I would think everyone noticed. The view was quite striking." Darcy had to hold in a mirth- filled chuckle.

"William Darcy!" Lizzy's shocked cry defeated any attempt he had made to keep from laughing. His low rumble did nothing to stop Lizzy from feeling quite aghast at being discovered by so many people. Wearing stockings and garters had always been her little secret, and though she may have enjoyed being considered attractive by men, she wanted to keep that more sensual part of her apparel hidden. She had always found them quite comfortable, but knowing the entire bar had seen them, she felt like she had just flashed the world.

"Elizabeth, you looked quite lovely. Don't be prudish," Darcy teased.

"I can't decide if I should be insulted about your insinuation that I'm some kind of floozy in cheap lingerie or affronted you think I'm now being a prude."

"I hope you won't be either. You are well aware that I find you extremely attractive, regardless of what you're wearing, or not wearing, and I would never truthfully think you were repressed."

Once again, Darcy was the one beguiling Lizzy rather than the opposite case. For William Darcy was already sold on the merits of Elizabeth Bennet. Since his realization on Saturday morning, he was determined she would be his next and perhaps final conquest. She was a mixture of sensuality, vivacity, intelligence and charm. She had a joie de vivre that lit up a room. She glowed, and for the first time in his life, he basked in someone else's light and drank it in.

Lizzy was also feeling the warmth of his charms but she was not certain where it would all lead. She liked the Darcy she was getting to know, but she had seen his judgmental, imperious behaviour. She didn't know if she could handle if he slipped into that demeanour again, whether with her or someone else.

"Thank you, Darcy, you are too kind," she said in a very Caroline- esque drawl to lighten the mood.

"Ach! Who has taken over this phone?" he asked banging on the receiver.

"You do have a sense of humour when you want, don't you? Now, tell me more about your trip," Lizzy urged, happy to be free of the overt flirting. Darcy went on to describe the areas where he'd be visiting, the things he'd been looking for in the companies in order to feel comfortable with the purchase, and that he'd hoped to get things finished in about two weeks.

"So then why are you away almost three?" Lizzy wondered aloud.

"I'll be visiting my sister, Georgiana, in London, Ontario when I return. She's studying music at Western," he answered.

"You never mentioned you had a sister. How old is she?"

"Nineteen. She's in second year. She worked in Toronto this summer so I didn't get to see her much. I'd like to spend a few days with her."

"Of course you would. I hope you have a wonderful time. My, that's a big age difference between the two of you. I really had never heard you had any other siblings."

"She's the only one and she keeps out of the limelight as much as possible. She's a little gun-shy of the media," he said cryptically.

"You must have been responsible for her at quite an early age," Lizzy said, figuring the time of his father's death was about 10 years ago. She faintly remembered it in the news.

"Yes, but she's a wonderful person. She's never been a bother, although she used to be a bit naïve."

"Used to be?" Lizzy probed, not knowing she was trekking over dangerous ground.

"She's matured," was Darcy's curt answer. She could only imagine what mischief a teenage girl would have caused without strong parental figures. As staid as Darcy could be, he probably wasn't ready to take on the responsibility of being a father to a young girl when he was 21. Perhaps that was what made him so serious at times... although she was beginning to recognize that all was not so solemn in this man's demeanour. Lizzy decided to take the path of least resistance and change the subject.

"So, I shouldn't be jealous of this Anne, then, should I?"

"My, my, are you getting possessive of me? I'm flattered."

"I - uh - I'm just teasing, really," Lizzy stumbled badly. She had just wanted to change the subject and instead she had put her foot in her mouth.

"Uh-huh. Let me put your mind at ease. There is only one woman I would truly like on my arm tomorrow night and I think you can guess who it is."

"Caroline Bingley?"

"Not a chance in hell."

"Such strong language, Sir. I'm aghast," she said jokingly. "But I have to admit, I'm starting to regret my promise to go to my friend's get-together. I think an evening at Charles's would be far more interesting."

"I would guarantee it."

"And how would you do that?" Lizzy asked, intrigued.

"If you were there, we could pick up where we left off, the last time we were at Bingley's together," he suggested.

"Arguing?"

"Okay, perhaps not exactly where we left off. We could back up to a little earlier in the evening," he said smoothly, his lowered voice flowing over her senses like a warm breeze.

Lizzy let out a quiet "Mmmm", agreeing with Darcy's wish. Without realizing, they both silently revisited the sensations of their first kiss. They were longing for more of each other, but neither was daring enough to suggest a late night rendez-vous; though each would have readily agreed had the other brought it up.

But it was getting late, and both had a full day ahead. Lizzy tried to fight a yawn; she was now unwilling to let the conversation die, so cozy was she in her bed with the soothing voice of an enamoured man in her ear.

"I heard that. I think it's an indication I've been keeping you up. I'll let you go, wishing you only the sweetest of dreams. I know mine will be," he said in that same warm whisper of a voice.

"Until Saturday then. I look forward to it. Goodnight," Lizzy softly, her eyelids heavy, as much from his hushed voice as from fatigue.

"Not half as much as I am," Darcy guessed aloud. Barely audible, he whispered, "Goodnight, dearest Elizabeth."

Only with those last two words and the click of the receiver did Lizzy return to full consciousness. She bolted upright in bed - short of breath and light-headed. She had a desire to twirl around her room like a teenager. He had called her dearest ... and as the thought truly sunk in, she virtually floated down upon her pillow and drifted into sleep, surrounded by the warm, fuzzy cocoon of his closing words.

Lizzy skipped into work on Friday. She hadn't been so energized in weeks and it was all because of a man she had wanted to strangle all but a week ago. She swung into her cubicle, stopping briefly to inhale the roses sitting on her credenza, and glided into her seat. Her day would have been perfect but for her commitment to the wine and cheese party. Why couldn't it have been Saturday night?

She tried to keep focused on her work, but it was an arduous task. Her mind kept wandering to that voice, that laugh, that gaze, that smile - al that man had to offer in terms of possible delights. He was dreadfully appealing when he behaved himself. Well, it depends on what your definition of behaving is, Lizzy thought with a smile.

Like clockwork, Mary Ellen popped her face in Lizzy's cubicle at 10:30. "Any gifts yet?" she asked with a smirk. Lizzy's progression from insulted lady to big pile of mush for the "Telephone Man" had been an entertaining sight for her friend. Mary Ellen did have an inkling that Lizzy's initial vehement dismissal of the man had more to do with attraction than revulsion.

"You're awful! Why should he send me anything today?" Lizzy asked, trying to convince herself of the same.

"Oh, come on. Flowers, food, and something you hid from me yesterday... but I smelled something pretty. The man knows his stuff. He's not dense enough to give up now," Mary Ellen conjectured.

"Is it coffee time?" Lizzy asked, trying to change the subject. She had indeed become an object of discussion amongst her co-workers. It wasn't often that a woman kept receiving gifts. They wanted to know when they could meet the man, who he was and why she hadn't already married him.

Lizzy revealed nothing. Earlier in the week she hadn't been sure enough of her feelings and now, she didn't want to jeopardize anything. She'd wait to see how her breakfast would go. She also had no desire to reveal the name of her Telephone Man. Her friends were curious enough as it was, were they to know the man was Darcy... well... they'd be at her desk waiting for him to arrive, hoping to be second in line should Lizzy bow out.

As she was leaving her cubicle the phone rang and she lurched to answer it, much to the continued amusement of Mary Ellen. A crestfallen look was soon supplanted by a smile and when she hung up from the call she explained. "That was the commissionaire. There's a parcel for me. They were about to deliver it but I told them I'd pick it up on my way down."

She arrived at the commissionaire's desk to face the bicycle courier who told her, "Mr. Darcy told me not to leave this with anyone but you. He suggests you open it alone."

She thanked him while Mary Ellen's jaw settled onto the ground. Lizzy gave her a warning look and kept walking. That was no deterrent to her friend.

"That wouldn't be the Mr. Darcy, would it?"

Lizzy gave no response.

"Telling you to open it alone? Whoever your mystery man is, he's making me more curious with those directions."

Again, Lizzy kept silent. She was not going to discuss this in front of half a dozen people.

"Let's get our coffee," she said, walking towards the cafeteria.

As she held the small package in her hand, she wondered if she could wait to open it. She'd no idea what it could be and really didn't want prying eyes to witness her moment, particularly after Darcy's warning. With a Herculean effort, she entered the cafeteria, wrapped box in hand, and tried to casually talk with a table of co-workers. It was more than she could bear... an impossible task, really. She rushed back upstairs with ten minutes to spare on her break. A few others followed her shortly afterwards, determined to find out what was in the tastefully wrapped package.

Once Lizzy sat down at her desk, she forced herself to take the time to open it nicely, untying the sheer gold ribbon rather than ripping it off. When she peeked underneath the tissue, her eyes widened like saucers and she caught her breath in shock. Subtle innuendo? Innocent flirting? Not on your life. Darcy was giving her a blatant indication of his train of thought.

As she mused over his nerve, and whether or not she was happy about it, she heard someone clearing their throat at her door. She quickly clamped the box shut. Two of her co-workers were waiting impatiently for the verdict.

"Go away," Lizzy said authoritatively.

"Oh, she's red-faced. It must be something spicy," the older one of the two said knowingly.

Lizzy closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. She then opened the note which read: Once again, I hope you think of me when you use these. Yours, Darcy. P.S. Call me if you get the chance. My direct line is 555-2121.

She fanned her blushing face with a meeting agenda, and picked up the phone. But what would I say? Thank you? How did