Lost with a Lord by Emily Murdoch

Author:Emily Murdoch [Murdoch, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2018-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

8

George wasn’t exactly sure what it was that woke him. It could have been the thin sharp beam of sunlight that found its way through the ragged curtains at the window. It could have been the searing squawks from the seagulls soaring past the door. But most likely, it was the feel of another with him.

Eyes opening slowly, it took a moment for him to recognise his surroundings. A dirty floor – and a chair that was overturned, roughly made and scarcely like anything from his rooms at all.

He was lying on a mattress with a warm and lithe body in his arms, and the sounds of the riot that had forced them there had disappeared.

The body stirred, and a curl of dark hair moved across Florence Capria’s face. George smiled to see it, and luxuriated in the feeling of her feet entangled beside his. Who would have thought that he could leave his home looking for a courtesan, and discover a woman closer to a lover than a stranger?

A lover who was waking up.

“Good morning,” whispered George gently. He tilted his head back, to better look at her, and marvelled once more at her beauty. The odds of meeting such a woman anywhere were astronomical: but here, at the London docks?

“Morning?” came the sleepy reply from his companion. “Morn – mio Dio, where are we?”

Whether it was panic or just plain confusion, George did not know, but she flailed slightly and leaving his comforting embrace, fell off the mattress onto the floor.

“Ouch!”

George could not help but laugh. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he surveyed the scene: a beautiful and completely naked woman lying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling in complete confusion.

“We are hidden away in our own private island,” he said, his voice deep and his eyes unable to look away from her perfect form. “We are lost, I am afraid to say, and will probably have to search for our way out. We are two lost souls who found refuge together.”

Her startled eyes softened as the memories came flooding back. “My Lord George, Buongiorno! It is molto bene to – scusa, Italian always comes more naturally to me this early in the morning. And speaking of which: exactly what time is it?”

For a spilt second, George did not want to tell her. “What care we for the time? It does not matter what the hour is, as long as we are happy.”

Rising, Florence picked up his greatcoat and wrapped it around her, removing his pleasure in seeing her, but giving him a new delight in seeing her engulfed in his own garment.

“I am happy,” she said honestly, with a frankness that George was still becoming accustomed to. “You are – you are a very great man, George. Last night was . . .”

Her voice trailed away; whether due to sensibilities or qualcosa, he did not know. All he knew was that he wanted to repeat the experience, again, and again – for the rest of his life, perhaps.

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