Naked Nobility - 03 - The Naked Earl by Sally MacKenzie

Author:Sally MacKenzie
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Historical Fiction
Published: 2011-06-09T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tynweith’s billiard room would benefit from a few more candles. There were far too many shadows for Lizzie’s tastes. She intended to stay as close to Robbie and as far from Lord Andrew as possible.

“Lady Elizabeth, would you care to go first?” Lord Skunk smiled in a decidedly oily fashion as he held out a cue.

“Thank you.” She ignored him and chose her own stick from the rack. She wouldn’t put it past him to offer her defective equipment.

She surveyed the billiard table. Thankfully it looked to be about the same size as the one at Alvord and in good repair. She was nowhere near as skilled a player as James or Robbie, but she wasn’t truly terrible. She willed her stomach to stop fluttering. She just wished she knew how good her opponents were.

Her hands needed to stop fluttering, too. Her left hand shook so badly the cue bounced when she tried to line up a shot. She took a steadying breath. She should have let Lady Felicity go first.

“A little agitated, sweetings?” Lord Andrew murmured by her ear.

Lizzie gritted her teeth. Sweetings? She would like to take this cue and thrust it up his….

No, she would express her displeasure by potting his ball.

She took another breath and tried to ignore the man. He was far too close to her. She wished he would step back. She looked at Robbie—he was busy fending off Felicity.

Well, the sooner she began, the sooner the game would be over—and as soon as the last point was scored, she was pleading the headache and fleeing to her bedchamber.

She lined her cue up, drew back, and—

“Eep!”

She hit the ball at an angle, missing Lord Andrew’s completely and sending hers into the far pocket.

“Oh, dear.” Lady Felicity giggled. “Too bad. That’s minus three points.” She moved the hand on the wall counter back past zero.

Lizzie glared at Lord Andrew. He lifted a brow and smiled slightly, then turned to get Felicity a stick.

“What happened?” Robbie asked quietly.

“Lord Andrew touched my—” Lizzie flushed. She glared at the man’s back and whispered. “I’m certain he touched my, um, my skirt just as I took my shot.”

Robbie also glared at Lord Andrew’s back.

“Next time I’ll come stand beside you to be certain the bast—um, blackguard keeps his hands to himself.”

“Oh, Lord Westbrooke, would you help me with this shot, please?” Lady Felicity leaned against the table.

“Sorry, I’m certain that would be against the rules. Can’t aid the opposition. Ask Lord Andrew for help.”

Lady Felicity batted her eyelashes. “Please? This is just a friendly game. No need to be overly concerned with rules.”

Robbie smiled. “Still, I must regretfully decline. Lord Andrew, would you like to help Lady Felicity?”

Lord Andrew grinned. “Do you want my assistance, Fel?”

“No.” Lady Felicity’s lower lip jutted out. If she weren’t careful, her face would freeze in a perpetual pout. “I suppose I can do it myself.”

She chose a shot that required her to lean toward Robbie, displaying her breasts to her best advantage. They swayed over the table, but stayed in their bodice—barely.

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