Tempting the Footman: The House of Devon Book 5 by Smith Lauren & Devon House

Author:Smith, Lauren & Devon, House
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-952063-06-0
Publisher: Lauren Smith Books
Published: 2020-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

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Gwen waited for the handsome footman to retreat with his tea tray before she stepped out of her hiding place. She had been delighted to hear Venetia’s laughter and teasing with the young man as they enjoyed each other’s company. Gwen had wanted to see how her granddaughter was faring and had hidden herself in the alcove next to a very grim marble bust of some Grecian fellow as she listened to Venetia and the servant.

This was what she’d hoped her dear Venetia would be experiencing: joy and delight with a man. The best husbands were the ones who could make their wives’ hearts light with laughter. Marriages all had their challenges, but they should also bring joy to the couple.

Gwen paused at Venetia’s partially open door and heard her granddaughter humming softly. For a moment, Gwen wondered if she had made a dangerous error in putting Venetia in the path of that attractive footman. What if she became attached?

No, it was all going to work out perfectly. Venetia would discover what mattered most in a husband, and she would follow her heart and find a worthy gentleman. And that sod Patrick could bloody well hang if he tried to interfere with Venetia’s happiness again.

Tapping her knuckles on Venetia’s door, Gwen called out, “It’s me, my dear.”

“Oh, Gran, come in,” Venetia called.

Gwen pushed the door open and saw her granddaughter’s glowing face. She looked much better after some rest and entertainment.

“How is your ankle?”

“Still swollen, but I have been rubbing it, which seems to relieve some of the tension. I can move about now. Not too fast, but if I need to, I am able.” She wore a pair of fur-lined slippers and a lilac gown that favored her soft honey-gold hair. She looked enchanting. No wonder the poor footman had been in such good spirits, with this enchanting vision of Venetia here to make him smile.

“You seem in much better spirits,” Gwen said.

“I am. Adrian is wonderful. He had to polish a teapot, so I read to him from The Duke’s Dark Son, that Gothic novel I purchased last week.”

“Did you say he polished a teapot? Please tell me he actually polished a teapot. I cannot deal with euphemisms for scandalous behavior today.”

“Yes, it was an actual teapot. You didn’t think we . . . ? Oh.” She covered her mouth and almost laughed, but thought better of it.

“Good, I wouldn’t want to think he was convincing you to tickle his piffle,” Gwen muttered.

“Tickle his . . . piffle?” Venetia did laugh at this, and Gwen couldn’t help but chuckle with her. “What, pray tell, is a piffle?”

“You know . . .” Gwen waved airily below her waist. “The male organ . . . as it were.”

“Piffle,” Venetia repeated, almost choking on her laughter. “Heavens! Gran, no wonder he chokes around you. Please never let him hear you call his . . . part . . . a piffle.”

“Very well. I shall keep that to myself.” Technically

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