100. A Rose In Jeopardy by Barbara Cartland

Author:Barbara Cartland
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78213-329-2
Publisher: M-Y Books
Published: 2013-04-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

The rain fell all through the long afternoon and it was still pattering against the windows and splashing down the gutters when Algernon came to Rosella’s room again.

This time he was not in such a sprightly mood as when he had first proposed to her in the study.

“You had better say you will marry me,” he said in a petulant tone, “or you will have no dinner.”

“I cannot,” she replied and took hold of the chair that stood by her dressing table and held it between them, so that he could not come near her.

Algernon shook his head.

“It’s the best offer you will ever get – seeing as you have no fortune and no prospects. And there’s a delicious roast goose for dinner!”

Rosella thought that she would be sick if she had to even look at the rich greasy meat of roast goose, let alone eat it.

“Don’t be a silly girl,” Algernon was saying. “I’ve been in love with so many pretty young things and none of them have I asked to become Mrs. Merriman! Just think of that. Doesn’t it make you feel proud?”

He then smiled at Rosella and twirled the end of his moustache with a plump finger. She gave a deep shudder of revulsion, she could not help it.

He saw the shudder and his round face creased into a scowl.

“There’s no need to look like that. You should be counting your blessings, young lady, and being very nice to someone who only has your best interests at heart.”

Rosella gripped the back of the chair tightly. He was coming towards her now.

“Perhaps you are not such a sweet little thing after all,” he asserted. “Perhaps I shall have to try a different approach to bring you to heel!”

In the next instant he had pulled the chair out of her hands and thrown it aside.

He grabbed Rosella’s waist and there was a crash of silver-topped bottles falling over as he flung her against the dressing table mirror.

“Oh, how divine!” he grunted, pressing his heavy body against her.

She felt his hot breath on her face and then, to her horror, his hot lips fumbling at her cheek, trying to find her mouth.

“How delicious you are, you wilful little creature,” he sighed.

Now he was touching her hair and her face with his thick fingers.

“You are so soft, my little angel,” he whispered, his moustache scratching her ear. “Let Algernon adore you, that’s the way.”

Terror rose up in Rosella’s chest. She could feel the burning tide of it pushing up through her body, as he pressed himself ever more closely against her, forcing the breath from her lungs.

“Please,” she managed to gasp, closing her eyes so that she could no longer see his face.

She felt his bulky body shake with laughter.

“Please? Now that’s more like it! What is it that you want from your Algernon, my pretty angel!”

“Let me go!”

“Of course, of course,” he crooned. “But first you will kiss me and then you will promise to be my wife.”

The tide

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