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.With what she was currently witnessing, she had no desire to supervise such loose doxies.She’d have no idea how.Inside the room, the man’s shirt had been removed, and Amelia’s consternation increased.She couldn’t remember ever seeing a man’s naked chest before, and she grew even more unsettled.There was a matting of hair across the top, a shade darker than the golden hair on his head.It thinned to a straight line that ran down his flat, muscled belly and into his trousers.As with his face, his torso was bronzed from the sun—as if he constantly strutted about unclad.The prospect was too thrilling to be believed.She was inundated by an exhilaration she didn’t understand.For a wild, crazed instant she yearned to burst into the room, to demand the chance to rub her hands over all that exposed male flesh.The two women had him wedged between them.Their upper bodies were bared now, so he had breasts pressed to front and back.He was grinning, preening, delighted by the sordid escapade.The woman in front reached down and stroked him between his legs.“My, my,” she murmured, “you’ve missed us, haven’t you?”“Only every minute.”“How long has it been since you had any?”“Three hours at least.”This statement appeared to be a private joke with them, and they all laughed.“You always were a randy dog.”“And proud of it,” he responded.“Tell us we’re more fun than any of your regular trollops.”“You’re much more fun.It’s no contest.” He smirked.“Why do you think I always come back for more?”Amelia continued to observe, mesmerized as their fervid kissing kicked up once more.At the same time, he was massaging the maid’s breasts, pinching her nipples in a way that had the woman moaning again.“Hey, love,” the other woman scolded, “give me a turn, will you? She can’t have you all to herself.”“I apologize if I’ve been remiss,” he said.He spun and dipped down and—shocking Amelia to her very core—sucked a nipple into his mouth.He licked and bit at it, sending the woman into paroxysms of ecstasy, and she put a hand behind his head and pulled him closer, urging him to feast.Amelia couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.Did adults truly behave so brazenly? Was it common? She had no idea.From the strict religious and moral teachings she’d had over the years, she knew they were sinning hideously, yet she was as elated as they seemed to be.She couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t force herself away.With each tug of his lips on that nipple, Amelia’s own nipples ached and throbbed, her womb clenching, the secretive woman’s spot between her legs growing warm and wet until she was shamefully aroused.The man was becoming more amorous.He tipped his partner backward so she was draped over his arm.At the change of position, her features were finally visible.It was the housemaid who’d initially escorted Amelia to her room! It was the housemaid who’d offered to unpack her bag! It was the housemaid who’d been assigned to attend Amelia during her stay! But considering what Amelia was witnessing, she couldn’t imagine how she’d ever look the woman in the eye again.She’d be too embarrassed to acknowledge her or converse.She gasped aloud—she couldn’t help it—the fireplace poker sliding to the rug with a muted thud.The ardent trio heard her, and they froze, scowling.Their momentary confusion gave Amelia the split second required to turn and run.As she sprinted through the door, the man asked, “Was there someone out there?”“If there was,” a maid replied, “they definitely got an eyeful.”Hilarious laughter rang out, but Amelia ignored it and kept on, dashing down the hall as if she was a madwoman.Distractedly, she’d realized that she’d loitered too long and was late for her appointment with the earl, which was alarming.In light of her disoriented state, how would she sit and chat? How would she pretend she was fine, that she was glad to have arrived? How would she answer questions, drink tea, and smile prettily?The squalid scene was burned in her mind, and it seemed an ill omen.If this was her beginning, how would the rest of it go?CHAPTER TWO“Miss Hubbard, we meet at last.”“Lord Sidwell.”Amelia curtsied deeply, anxious to show sufficient deference.She’d never been in the presence of such a distinguished person and didn’t want to make any mistakes.“Sit, sit.” He waved to a nearby chair.“I will, thank you,” she replied as she slid onto it.They were in his library, and he was seated behind his desk.It was an imposing swath of mahogany that underscored his position in the world.An older man, he was probably sixty, balding with muttonchops that covered much of his face.He was short and exceedingly plump from the rich diet his fortune provided, and while his gray eyes seemed alert and keen, he didn’t project an aura of authority or power.She wondered if—beneath the wealth and pomposity—he wasn’t a bit of a bungler.“I haven’t ordered tea,” he said.“I thought we’d confer, then have our refreshments served in the main parlor.”“Whatever you wish is fine with me.”She forced a smile, but could feel it quavering.She was still undone by the raucous spectacle she’d viewed upstairs, and it was difficult to pretend she was calm and composed.“I was nervous about this betrothal,” he surprised her by admitting, “but now that I’ve seen you, I’m absolutely bowled over.”“Bowled over?” She chuckled.“Why would you be?”“You’re quite stunning, Miss Hubbard.”“Stunning? My goodness.I’m flattered that you would think so.”“Miss Peabody insisted you were fetching, but people have hedged the truth when arranging a match such as this one.”“Why would they?”“Well, a father might have a daughter who’s not exactly winsome, so he’d exaggerate her assets to obtain the union he sought.I’m delighted to note that Miss Peabody was straightforward in her description of you.”“What else did she say about me?” Amelia wasn’t sure she had the right to inquire, but she was dying to know how the engagement had come about.“She said you were striking and educated and pleasant.”“She said all that? I’m flattered again.I always hoped she had a high opinion of me.”“She had a very high opinion.”“I have a question that’s been bothering me.”“I would imagine you have many.Which one is vexing you at the moment?”“Why did you pick me?” She gestured around the ostentatious room.“Before I arrived, I had no idea your family was so exalted.I’m just an orphan and schoolteacher.I don’t have the antecedents necessary for one of your sons.”“Don’t be modest, Miss Hubbard,” he haughtily intoned.“Miss Peabody told me all about your parents.Your father was a French count.”“Yes, he was.”“And his secret marriage to your mother! I don’t condone that sort of thing, but I understand true love was involved.I’m a romantic myself, so I found the story of such devotion to be charming.”“Oh.”So.Miss Peabody had lied [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]