His Temporary Mistress by Bethany Sefchick

Author:Bethany Sefchick
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethany M. Sefchick

Chapter Twelve

Jeremy swore he could still feel the heat of Dory’s body around his the next day as he sat at his mother’s expansive dining room table as they prepared for a formal luncheon. In fact, it was all he could do to stop himself from racing back to the mews behind Chilton House where he had left her before dawn after he returned her safely home.

She shouldn’t be filling his mind this way. He couldn’t keep her. The arrangement between them was only temporary. He knew that. And yet, this felt like something more permanent.

“Jeremy Taggart Dunn! Have you heard a word I have said?”

When his mother used all of his names all at once, that generally spelled trouble. It was even worse trouble when he wasn’t paying attention to her. Which he hadn’t been just then. Rather, he had been thinking about Dory’s delectable breasts. Again.

“I’m sorry, Mother. Dashed wretched head pain this morning. Too much drink, I suppose.” It was easier to lie to his mother and allow her to believe he still over-indulged in drink every night rather than try to convince her that he hadn’t indulged in more than an occasional tumbler of scotch in weeks. Not since he first met his lovely peacock. Dory was a far more delightful intoxicant than any alcohol could possibly be.

His mother clicked her tongue in disgust. “You’re a disreputable rogue. Just like your father. Such a disappointment.”

Actually, Jeremy was nothing like his father. Should he ever be lucky enough to have a son, he would not beat him for any reason (and especially not for a slightly smudged page of maths) or lock him in a closet for failing to live up to “manly” standards (including whoring with the local seamstress’ daughter) at the tender age of twelve.

Jeremy would not urge his son – or sons, because if this was his daydream, then there could be more than one child – to drink and whore their way through London, bedding loose women and beating those who “disrespected” him, including those who shared his bed on a regular basis. Women like Dory. Actually, the thought of anyone ever harming Dory made Jeremy almost physically ill.

“And yet I am all you have, Mother. I am so sorry to disappoint you,” he sighed as he made to get up and seek out Maggie. She had yet to come down from the nursey, and he was itching to give her the present he had purchased from Mr. Okey.

Maggie and Mrs. Wellsbottom were the only two tolerable things about this house as of late, which seemed to have become even more crowded since he had been here only a few days ago. While the blue dining room was always a bit close, even though it could comfortably seat twenty when not full of his mother’s junk, today it seemed even worse.

Had his mother added more chairs? Yes, he believed she had, each one carved with the likeness of a different Egyptian deity on the back.

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