testily.
Startled, she looked across at him as she lifted her head from yet another chamber pot. ‘You are so cruel my lord. Can you not see how sick I am?’
‘Hmm, you should have been an actress.’
‘How could you? I vomited within half an hour of sailing; the sickness assailed me for the whole of the voyage.’
‘Enough, come, lie with me. That’s all I ask of you. Just lie with me.’
Tutting, and wiping a pale hand across her forehead, she did as he bid, albeit reluctantly. As she reached his side, he murmured, ‘Are you not uncomfortable in your travelling clothes?’
‘Hah no my lord, tis so chilly in here. The wind is quite blustery over the sea. La, the waves must be ten feet high or more.’
Lord Vaughan sighed, ‘My dear , the mullioned windows are toughened glass, as they overlook the beach. You are just making excuses. Come, Etta, take off your jacket just for me?’
Grimacing, Henrietta began unbuttoning her jacket, whereupon Vaughan sprang from the bed to help.
‘So many buttons,’ he muttered. However, his nimble fingers soon had them undone; in one dexterous movement, he slid his hand inside the silk lining.
Henrietta stiffened. This was not in the bargain. Biting her lip, she turned her head away. ‘You should never have given me that book.'
Vaughan swept her up in his arms. ‘Come my little virgin; let me teach you the art of love.’
‘Vaughan, you promised, when I am ready.’
‘I meant before our marriage. For goodness sake, I have been very patient. Now you put up more excuses.’
‘Have you no compassion?’
‘Look, let’s strike a bargain. I will show you the first stage of love making tonight, but that is as far as I will go.’
‘And pray what is the first stage?’
He raised his eyebrows; she really had no idea. ‘Well, kisses, hugs, and then I will stroke that beautiful skin. I promise that will be all.’
‘Promise?’
‘On my honour milady. First, you must divest yourself of your clothes. I want you naked in my bed. Come let me help you.’ He rather enjoyed the prospect of undressing her. Usually his mistresses or whores were ready for him wearing only a chemise or transparent night rail. It was going to be a delight to pluck this little bird. Maybe, she would succumb, writhe in ecstasy at his touch. But then, pigs may fly with their tails forward.
***
Lord Vaughan quietly fumed, watching his bride make ready for the ball. He could not believe he spent the night by the side of a woman wrapped in both a voluminous night rail and a sheet. Rejected twice now, it was unheard of. Well at least he had the card game to look forward to tonight.
Unaware of his frustration, Henrietta pursed her lips. ‘I think maybe the more tousled look for the curls in the top knot, Milly.’
‘La milady, you’re right, do you like the ringlets down each side? ‘
‘Oh yes, I think they are the right length, just below the ears. Could you pull out a few tendrils to float down the neck?’
‘Why yes, you have such a beautiful slender neck milady.’
Slender? I could throttle it; Lord Vaughan thought.
‘La, I must declare tis a tight fit in here with all of us.’
Lord Vaughan raised his eyebrows, ‘I had to give a steep bribe to the proprietor to get even the three rooms, honestly, they’re like gold dust. Other than that, we would have been forced to camp out. The boat sailed back straightaway to Ostend. Trouble is with Old Boney, on the march through France, Wellington’s calling for thousands of troops.’
‘We are so fortunate to be under your protection my lord.’ Henrietta said, with a smile.
Far rather under my body madam, Vaughan thought. Maybe, she’d be more amenable now.
Turning to Milly, she said, ‘Milly how are you coping in the pension?’
‘Well we have a curtain across the room milady, so the men sleep on one side, and us women on the other – three in a bed. But, at least we slept milady.’
‘I was able to
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