The Christmas Courtesan (A Gentleman Courtesans Novella) by Victoria Vale

Author:Victoria Vale [Vale, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Victoria Vale

Chapter 7

Roger’s hands shook as he reached Miranda’s door, the faint light of his lamp casting his shadow across the floor. Oddly, he had told himself she would change her mind—that the conversation and passionate kisses shared in the garden hadn’t happened like he remembered. It didn’t matter that only hours had passed; Roger’s anxious mind convinced him he would arrive to find no light shining from beneath her door, receiving no answer to his knock.

However, as he entered to find Miranda seated in an armchair near the window, his heart leaped into his throat. While he still wore his evening finery, she had been stripped of her ballgown and underpinnings, her hair loosened from its coiffure. Lightly waved strands of coppery hair hung heavy and thick down her back. Her voluptuous figure was shown to its advantage by a silver dressing gown—the belt at her waist displaying the curves of hips and breasts. Hands folded in her lap, she stared at him as he hovered near the door.

The confidence he had felt in the garden began to fade now that he was faced with Miranda again—gently and quietly beautiful, inherently sensual, and too tempting for words. The erection he’d had to will away earlier in the evening began to reemerge as she started across the room toward him. Her bare feet fell soundlessly on the thick rug, and the firelight made golden strands in her hair come alive.

“I’m glad you came,” she said, her voice low.

He tried to smile, but his lips wouldn’t cooperate. “You doubted I would?”

She seemed to have no trouble making that charming smile of hers appear, dimples and all. “I did worry you would be embarrassed over what we discussed … that perhaps out of my sight you might get cold feet.”

Roger’s face grew warm as he realized it had been a near thing. She was the first person outside his family or Iris he had revealed his stammer to. It stood to reason that a part of him feared how that revelation would impact this arrangement. He wanted to believe her acceptance of him was genuine, but experience had made him wary.

Until now.

Miranda paused halfway across the room, hands hovering over the knotted belt of her robe. “Would you like to set your lamp down?”

Roger followed her gaze to a bedside table, where he went to rid himself of the lamp. When he turned it was to find Miranda standing with her back to him, the loosened dressing gown slipping off her shoulders. His gaze followed the downward path of the garment, the slopes and planes of her back and shoulders curtained by the drape of her hair. He held his breath until his chest burned as it paused just where her waist gave way to her hips, before inching down to reveal full, plump buttocks, soft, creamy thighs, and shapely legs. His breath came out in a rush, and all the blood in his body seemed to surge straight to his groin.

Miranda kept her back turned to him.

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