Virgin Enchained (Virgin Series Book 4) by Trent Louisa

Author:Trent, Louisa [Trent, Louisa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: historical romance, erotic romance, Guilded Age Romance
Publisher: Trent Publishing
Published: 2019-04-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Finally! The sound of footsteps on the creaky stairs. Even above the wind-driven torrents of rain outside, I heard them.

Mr. Simmons was about to enter his master suite through his private hallway door – he never crossed through the connecting entrance from my boudoir into his own bedchamber.

All-aflutter, I rehearsed my ambush. Specifically, what I would wear.

A short deliberation.

The voluminous nightgowns he had insisted the seamstress design for me all sported high-necked collars. All were suitable for a twelve year-old schoolgirl, not a mature woman who knew her own mind.

A compromise was in order. I settled on a nearly transparent batiste de soie, yard goods used in the making of fine lingerie. In my case, a petticoat. Beneath all the ridiculous ruffles, I was blissfully naked. No drawers. No hose. No support. My breasts shifted as I made my slow way across the floor into his master suite. How I wished for my discarded nipple hoops to tantalize him then.

Or anything else, for that matter. Picky, I was not. When it came to seduction, I needed all the help I could get.

I interrupted Mr. Simmons while he was seated atop the bed removing his black socks, a domestic scene that could not have been more ordinary…between a husband and wife. Only we were not a married couple. Or any other kind of couple.

As I approached, he looked up, his face showing concern. “Has the storm outside frightened you, sweety?”

His endearment failed to raise my hopes. A bachelor uncle would have used the same term and tone when soothing an anxious child. But, as he had just provided me with a perfect excuse for my nocturnal visit, who was I to complain?

Not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, I said tremulously, “Downpours always did frighten me half-to-death, sir.”

“Many children are similarly afflicted.”

A false reminder of my youth. I was no little girl, no matter how much he preferred to think otherwise in the interest of keeping me at arm’s length. As for the real me – there was nothing I liked better than a good storm.

As arguing my maturity would prove a losing battle with him, instead I employed my acting skills to full advantage. “The rain is coming down so hard, sir.” I shivered. “Who can sleep? I stayed half-dressed ready to dart for cover under the bed should lightning strike. The bolts scare me so.”

As if on cue, the single light in the room flickered. Huzzahh! Perfect timing.

“Oh, dear,” I cried forlornly.

“No need for upset. See? The lamp is still on. And should we lose electricity, I am here for you, child.”

Child. Another false reminder to himself not to touch me. So long as the lamp held, he could damn well look though.

Now to give him something to look at.

I shivered again, the quakes stronger this time, and the strap on my petticoat slipped down to my elbow, baring one breast.

I pretended not to notice.

As did he.

“Sweety, we all have our fears.”

Was I his?

The lights flickered again and then went out.

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