overreacting.” She kept her head down, eyes on the soup that had indeed cooled beyond eating during their conversation. “In my defense, I did suggest it might be better if I dined with the rest of the servants.”
“You are not a servant, damn it— Ah, Clarke.” He turned to the butler as the other man quietly entered the room. “Please assure Cook there is nothing wrong with her soup. Only that we were…carried away in conversation and forgot to eat it.” Bearing in mind what Emily had said, Xander made sure his tone was less abrasive than usual.
Clarke’s surprise, quickly masked, would seem to suggest there might be some truth in Emily’s earlier conclusions regarding that situation.
“Certainly, my lord.” The elderly man removed the bowls before disappearing to the kitchen.
Whitney watched the butler leave, still wondering if he was indeed in part responsible for the strained relationship he had with his butler. Clarke had been at Whitney Park all of Xander’s life, and he seemed to remember the other man helping him out of several scrapes when Xander was a boy. Xander had not even spoken to Clarke again after the death of his mother, the argument with his father, and his abrupt departure from Whitney Park. Yes, perhaps at some time in the near future, he and Clarke needed to have a conversation and possibly clear the air between them.
Xander dismissed the subject as he turned to Emily. “You are never to think of yourself as a servant again.”
“But—”
“Do you honestly think I would have consigned your husband, if he were still alive and the one now working on the Whitney Library, to eat with the servants?”
“You might have wished you had done so before too many days had passed. Edmund could be very dry in his conversation,” she added ruefully.
Unless Xander was mistaken, there was definitely an attempt on Emily’s part to hide a smile. A teasing glitter in her eyes. Her remark also told him that her husband had not only been much older than her, but also boring. Which was one accusation she could never level at any of their own conversations. Leading Xander to a conclusion of his own.
For the first time in many months, I am not bored.
Since her arrival, Emily had caused him to feel anger, frustration, and irritation with her stubborn determination to misunderstand everything he said.
She also amused and entertained him.
As well as impressed him just now, with her unique insights into a situation. Such as the one that existed with Clarke.
And she aroused him. Without guile or intent, Emily had made Xander’s cock hard and aching almost from the moment of her arrival.
As he aroused her?
Xander believed that to be the case.
Her response to his kisses yesterday, although shy, had been unmistakable.
As had her arousal a few minutes ago at his suggestion of spanking her.
Perhaps that was a sexual pleasure they might explore in more detail together.
Once they had finished their dinner…
Chapter 7
It is dark enough outside this evening for me to hide in the shadows of the house, allowing me to observe through the dining room window but remain unseen myself.
To see that the trollop dines with Lord Whitney this evening, as if she were a guest rather than in his employ.
To watch how familiarly she converses with him.
The appreciation in Lord Whitney’s eyes for whatever it was she was saying to him.
Her blushes and glances beneath her lashes as he makes his replies.
I have observed her having this same effect on the greengrocer, the doctor, the baker, and the squire. Even I have not been allowed to escape her wicked wiles.
But she is surely aiming too high with a man like Lord Whitney? An arrogant, aristocratic gentleman few would dare to cross.
Few men would dare to cross. It is clear from the way he watches Emily that he is already attracted to her.
Is it too soon, or will she spread her legs for him tonight, I wonder?
Or perhaps she will choose to further incite
“You are not a servant, damn it— Ah, Clarke.” He turned to the butler as the other man quietly entered the room. “Please assure Cook there is nothing wrong with her soup. Only that we were…carried away in conversation and forgot to eat it.” Bearing in mind what Emily had said, Xander made sure his tone was less abrasive than usual.
Clarke’s surprise, quickly masked, would seem to suggest there might be some truth in Emily’s earlier conclusions regarding that situation.
“Certainly, my lord.” The elderly man removed the bowls before disappearing to the kitchen.
Whitney watched the butler leave, still wondering if he was indeed in part responsible for the strained relationship he had with his butler. Clarke had been at Whitney Park all of Xander’s life, and he seemed to remember the other man helping him out of several scrapes when Xander was a boy. Xander had not even spoken to Clarke again after the death of his mother, the argument with his father, and his abrupt departure from Whitney Park. Yes, perhaps at some time in the near future, he and Clarke needed to have a conversation and possibly clear the air between them.
Xander dismissed the subject as he turned to Emily. “You are never to think of yourself as a servant again.”
“But—”
“Do you honestly think I would have consigned your husband, if he were still alive and the one now working on the Whitney Library, to eat with the servants?”
“You might have wished you had done so before too many days had passed. Edmund could be very dry in his conversation,” she added ruefully.
Unless Xander was mistaken, there was definitely an attempt on Emily’s part to hide a smile. A teasing glitter in her eyes. Her remark also told him that her husband had not only been much older than her, but also boring. Which was one accusation she could never level at any of their own conversations. Leading Xander to a conclusion of his own.
For the first time in many months, I am not bored.
Since her arrival, Emily had caused him to feel anger, frustration, and irritation with her stubborn determination to misunderstand everything he said.
She also amused and entertained him.
As well as impressed him just now, with her unique insights into a situation. Such as the one that existed with Clarke.
And she aroused him. Without guile or intent, Emily had made Xander’s cock hard and aching almost from the moment of her arrival.
As he aroused her?
Xander believed that to be the case.
Her response to his kisses yesterday, although shy, had been unmistakable.
As had her arousal a few minutes ago at his suggestion of spanking her.
Perhaps that was a sexual pleasure they might explore in more detail together.
Once they had finished their dinner…
Chapter 7
It is dark enough outside this evening for me to hide in the shadows of the house, allowing me to observe through the dining room window but remain unseen myself.
To see that the trollop dines with Lord Whitney this evening, as if she were a guest rather than in his employ.
To watch how familiarly she converses with him.
The appreciation in Lord Whitney’s eyes for whatever it was she was saying to him.
Her blushes and glances beneath her lashes as he makes his replies.
I have observed her having this same effect on the greengrocer, the doctor, the baker, and the squire. Even I have not been allowed to escape her wicked wiles.
But she is surely aiming too high with a man like Lord Whitney? An arrogant, aristocratic gentleman few would dare to cross.
Few men would dare to cross. It is clear from the way he watches Emily that he is already attracted to her.
Is it too soon, or will she spread her legs for him tonight, I wonder?
Or perhaps she will choose to further incite
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