The British Bondage Collection by Bailey J.A

Author:Bailey, J.A. [Bailey, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-06-23T06:00:00+00:00

Waiting for Master

Nestled in the heart of the English countryside, Hartslow Hall dominated the surrounding fields with its huge cream columns and large windows. The lawns leading up to it were striped and lined with flowers, and Harriet imagined the gardens would be spectacular.

“Are you coming, love?” her mother called to her.

With a sigh, Harriet followed after her mother. Catching up to her, she caught that look again. The look that said ‘poor heartbroken Harriet.’ Since the divorce everyone gave her that look along with all the right sympathetic noises. She was sick to death of it.

Anyway, she wasn’t heartbroken. Will’s new girlfriend was welcome to him, along with his sulky moods and terrible bedside manner. She should never have married him in the first place. If only she’d not been so optimistic and believed the sex would get better. What a waste of three years.

Eyeing the grand house as they neared, Harriet snorted. Well, it sure beat her parent’s farmhouse. Since Will had somehow wrangled the house in the divorce, she was living with her parents. It was pretty humiliating having to move back in with your parents at twenty-nine but seeing the grand stately home filled her with determination.

A fresh start, that’s what she needed. And a new man. Not one for keeping though, just someone who could give her what she really wanted. She glanced at her mother’s kindly face as they climbed the steps to the front door. Poor mum, if she really knew what I wanted from a man, she’d probably have a heart attack.

Leaning forwards to press the doorbell, Harriet and her mother jumped back as the bellow of chimes echoed through the house. On cue, the door groaned open and a skinny grey-haired woman in a sharp pinstriped suit stepped aside to let them through.

“Mary,” she greeted her mother with a smile. “And Harriet, it’s lovely to see you. My, you’ve grown since the last time I saw you.”

Harriet smiled stiffly back. “Yes, all grown up now.”

“Thank for showing us around, Elaine. I’ve been wanting to see around Hartslow for years and it’s good to get Harriet out of the house, especially after the—” her mother paused and mouthed, “divorce.”

Harriet resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was fed up with people tip-toeing around her.

Elaine ushered them in and Harriet’s mouth dropped open as she took in the surroundings. The hall was massive with vaulted ceilings, a large rug and several mahogany console tables. Two large marbled pillars stretched in front of her and a recess at the back held a bust of a distinguished looking gentleman. Family portraits hung from the walls, generations of men and woman all staring down at her from their gilded frames.

Making the appropriate noises, Harriet and her mother followed Elaine through the house, admiring the grand furniture and the portrait gallery. Harriet paused in front of the most recent painting. The gentleman stood less formally than the others, posing with a shaggy looking dog. He looked to be in his thirties, with a handsome, rugged face and thick chestnut hair.

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