My Lord Wicked by Bolen Cheryl

Author:Bolen, Cheryl [Bolen, Cheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency romance
Published: 2011-08-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

In her state of exhaustion, sleep should have swallowed Freddie like a dark cave. After all, she had never before stayed up all night. Just before dawn she had come to her chamber and undressed herself, having told Maggie not to wait up. Then Freddie and Marmalade slipped beneath the covers of her bed. But unlike Marmalade, who quietly slept beside her, Freddie had not been able to sleep.

It wasn't the hazy early morning sun slanting in her windows that kept her awake. Nor was it the exhilaration of her first dance. Truth be told, she had found herself questioning why all the young ladies of her acquaintance delighted over such events. Perhaps they enjoyed the gaiety and society of fresh faces more than she.

There was only one person whose companionship Freddie craved. And Lord Stacks obviously did not feel the same about her. Only one dance with her all night! On the bright side, he had danced half of his dances with her, for he danced but twice during the course of the ball.

Still, she simmered with resentment that he claimed Catherine Farraday and not her for the waltz. She would positively hate the pretty blond if it weren't for the fact the girl--who seemed of a very sweet nature--gave every indication of being excessively uncomfortable while dancing with the lord of the abbey. The blonde's body was unnaturally rigid and her face lacked animation as she moved stiffly around the dance floor in Lord Stacks' embrace. Not at all like the young lady was when she stood up with Dr. Edgekirth. Then her eyes had danced, her step seemed light, her smile gay.

Freddie wondered why her guardian had not danced more. She had thought during their dancing sessions of the past three weeks that he must enjoy dancing. Perhaps it was that as host he sought to personally talk with every guest. He had seemed rather intent on making his way around the lively ballroom, pausing to pose solicitous inquiries of each attendee. What did she know of the protocol of being a host? Lord Stacks was no doubt doing what was expected of him.

Though he had smiled and was all that was gracious, she sensed her guardian would have preferred to have been elsewhere. He obviously had taken great pains to hold a successful ball for the sole purpose of presenting her to society. Her heart melted at the thought. He was so very good to her.

She could never tell him that she had not found the ball the most heavenly night of her life. His disappointment would crush her. She would have to tell him the evening had been most delightful.

She was expected to sleep until early afternoon. But her mind whirled with visions from the evening past. She remembered how unpleasant it was to be held by Dr. Edgekirth during the waltz. A pity she could not return his ardor. She understood his agony only too keenly, for she dealt with the same unanswered hunger every minute she was with Lord Stacks.

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