Regency Rogues Box Set -- 4 Gay Historical Romance Stories in 1 by Ruby Moone

Author:Ruby Moone [Moone, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2017-09-19T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Sam ran as fast as he could. He had left everything behind, not that he had much, but he didn’t dare waste a moment. He ran through the streets in the direction of Brook Street in Mayfair where Tristan lived. It was only on hearing his direction that he realised how wealthy his lover must be. Only the wealthiest of families lived in this area. When he arrived at the designated number he rushed up the steps and hammered on the door. It opened almost immediately and he was confronted by a sour faced lackey in a pristine, white wig, who stared down his nose at him.

“I have an appointment with…” he realised he didn’t know Tristan’s surname. He took a punt. “His Lordship.”

“His Lordship is not at home.” The man started closing the door and Samuel put a boot in the way and pushed back. “He told me to meet him here. He will be home shortly. I assure you.” He was hot, sweating, and breathing heavily. He could hardly blame the man for not wanting to admit him.

“The tradesman’s entrance is around the back.”

“Well, I’m not a tradesman so I will wait here. Let me in,” he said, determined to persist.

“What in God’s name is going on?” A deep, cultured voice echoed down the hallway. The lackey stood back and Samuel peered around and saw the most dandyish looking fellow he had ever seen in his life. A good bit older than him, the man was thin, hawkish, and dressed almost entirely in black. His cravat and shirt points were almost to his ears, and a blue jewel glinted in the folds. He had fobs and seals dangling from a waistcoat that looked to be embroidered silver, and he raised his quizzing glass to his eye to observe Samuel with quelling hauteur.

“Gad. What do we have here?”

Samuel straightened. He towered over the tulip, so he took advantage of his height. “I am here to see his Lordship.”

The man continued to observe him. He lifted his chin and those dark eyes pinned him. They were alarmingly intelligent. “And which lordship would that be? Hmm?”

Christ. Sam’s mind raced along with his heartbeat. “I am here to see my very good friend, Tristan. He asked me to wait for him here as he has been delayed. Somewhat,” he added and nodded.

The man raked him from head to foot with the bloody quizzing glass, making Sam feel small. Not many people could do that. He hoped this prancing ninny was a friend of Tristan’s. “You’d better come in and wait then,” he said, and turned tail.

Stunned, Sam followed. The house was magnificent. It looked as though it had been freshly decorated and there was a gentle smell of beeswax and lemon with a hint of tobacco lingering in the air. His footsteps echoed on the floor, and portraits of ancestors frowned at him as he followed the man into a study. It was huge. In it, stood a large oak desk with a leather chair behind it.

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