His Parisian Mistress (Scandalous Family--The Victorians Book 1) by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Author:Tracy Cooper-Posey [Cooper-Posey, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Victorian Era Historical Romance
Publisher: Stories Rule Press
Published: 2020-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The windows of the apartments faced west, so when the sun lowered that afternoon, it blazed through the panes. Ève groaned and put her arm over her eyes. “I will see if Mama can give me some old curtains. Anything to save myself from going blind at this time of day.”

Richards lifted his mouth from her belly and winced at the bright light. “It is later than I realized.” He sat up.

Ève sighed. “I should not have spoken. Now I have stopped you doing what you were doing.”

Richard picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. His eyes were blazing with heat as he studied her over the back of her head. “The halt is purely temporary,” he assured her. Then he frowned. “Although, it may extend longer than I anticipated. I am to report to the café for my first night of work, by eight.” He reached for his jacket, which hung over the bottom rail of the bed, and dug a watch from the pocket. He flipped the lid open and glanced at the face. “Just gone six thirty.” He returned the watch. “Are you hungry?”

“Not for food,” Ève said. “If it is only six thirty…” She lifted her arms toward him.

Richard evaded her reach, pressed his lips against her cheek and slid from the bed. Still wonderfully naked, he padded over to the washstand, filled the basin, and quickly washed himself, with not a touch of self-consciousness.

Ève watched openly, for despite hours of exploring his body with her mouth and her hands, she was still fascinated by every angle and curve and taut line. She felt a little as though she had won a lottery for which she had not bought a ticket.

She rested her arms upon the bottom rail of the bed and her chin upon her arm, and sighed.

Richard glanced at her, as he thrust his legs into his trousers. “A little more of that from you and I will forget I am to work tonight.”

“Really?” She sat up hopefully.

He shook his head. “I had to argue hard to get this work. If I fail to arrive upon the very first evening, I would not get another position anywhere in Paris. I must stay in favor with my employers, for this café is where the anarchists prefer to linger.” He took the shirt which Ève held out to him.

“For a few hours, I had forgotten about all of that,” Ève admitted.

Richard took her chin in his hand and kissed her soundly. “There will be other hours, I promise.” His voice was low.

She shivered.

A few minutes later, Richard left. The café was within walking distance and he was expected by half-past-seven.

Ève pulled her wrapper from the trunk beside the wardrobe and explored every corner of the apartment. She was still not hungry, although she did discover bread and cheese beneath a cloth on the shelf above the stove. A small lantern sat beside the platter. Later, she would eat some cheese. For now, she lit the lamp and put it on the stove.

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