Sins of the Flesh by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: History
ISBN: 9780345341228
Publisher: Ivy Books
Published: 1990-05-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The moment Nellie Bishop set foot in Reuben Tarz’s mansion, where she was to live with her father, she knew with dead certainty that she wanted to be rich and famous, and she didn’t want to have to struggle to reach that end. Tucking Philippe Bouchet under her wing wasn’t going to do it for her, but marrying him might. If she wanted to make inroads quickly, she would have to shed her carefully cultivated sweet-young-girl image. However, she would have to do it by degrees. If she charted her course and stuck to it, she could be married to Philippe Bouchet within a year. It wouldn’t take that much doing to break down his old-world courtliness. After all, he was a man, and a man had certain biological needs, needs she could fulfill if she wanted to, or she could hold out for the ring and the marriage certificate. Perhaps this very mansion would be hers someday. She swooned in ecstasy when she envisioned herself sweeping down the elegant mahogany staircase in a designer gown while hordes of actors and actresses waited below to curry her favor.

Nellie walked through the downstairs rooms touching costly figurines, rubbing her hand over the brocade on the sofa, staring at her image in the polished cherrywood. Everything looked so new…so unused, waiting for her to breathe life into it. Parties at poolside, Japanese lanterns, tons of food, music, servants waiting on her hand and foot. Yes, this was what she wanted.

For now, though, she and her father were caretakers of this splendid mansion, seeing to the birds, making sure pipes didn’t break, and doing all the things that went with living in a house.

Nellie’s eyes glowed with pleasure as she climbed the wide, curving staircase that led to her room. She drew in her breath at the top when she leaned over the balcony to stare down at the marble foyer. “Mine, all mine,” she murmured as she made her way to the bedroom that was to be hers.

The bedroom was larger than the whole of the second floor of the Georgetown house, and it was hers. Done in mauve and dove-gray silk, the room was exquisite. If she removed her shoes, she would sink into the luxurious carpeting up to her ankles. The wall-length-mirrored closet would surely hold hundreds of outfits, each prettier than the next. Racks and racks for shoes, other shelves for handbags and gloves, perhaps one for hats, although she didn’t like to cover her head except for funerals.

The bathroom made her gasp with its sunken tub and black marble walls. The first thing she would buy would be crystal decanters for perfume, bath salts, and powders. The towels were thick and luxurious beyond anything she’d ever seen. “All mine,” she crooned as she wrapped one of the misty-rose towels around her torso and danced her way into the bedroom, where she dropped the towel in front of the mirrored closet.

“Soon,” she breathed as she set about unpacking her bags.

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