Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Why does her saying she has an agenda piss me off? She’s at least being honest.
He wasn’t sure these feelings she stirred up in him were good, so it would be for the best if he got rid of her.
Right?
“I’m not a little girl, I’m a woman.”
He locked onto her lips, dipped his gaze to skim over the tops of her full breasts and back up to meet her heated stare. “I’m fully aware. What do you get out of this? Hoping for a ride on The Mutt?”
Her eyes widened before she smacked him. “Don’t you call yourself that again in front of me. Ever. Are we clear?” She gave a single nod like he’d agreed with her. “Good. I should apologize for smacking you, but I won’t for it would be a lie. You shouldn’t speak of yourself in such a manner.” Rosamunde glanced down, took a deep breath and looked at him once more.
He narrowed his gaze even as his lips twitched with a need to smile. What a spitfire. “What is it you think I can do for you, Miss Fletcher?”
“I know I’m not your type of woman, but I’m hoping you would know someone who would…”—she flushed but didn’t lower her gaze—“sleep with me.”
Those last three words were so low, at first he thought he’d misunderstood. However, the tomato flush of her cheeks told him otherwise.
“Say that again?” Surely he’d misheard.
“I need you to help me get a man. I need to lose my virginity so I can stop my father from selling me to some old man from Italy. Or, at the very least, have relations with someone who isn’t bound to be two to three times my senior.”
A virgin. And a virgin who wanted him to help her lose it.
God help him, all he could envision was doing it himself. Stripping her naked, being allowed to touch all of her soft skin, learn and memorize her curves. Addicting himself to her taste.
“And you want me to assist you in this?” His words were garbled and part of him wondered if he was choking and this was all part of the dying process.
“Yes. I think you may know someone who wouldn’t make it horrible.”
He’d not expected this at all.
Chapter Six
The earl stood there, mouth moving but no words forthcoming. Rosamunde thought she may have killed him with her question. Perhaps it was like her family said, she was too fat to get anyone to look at her in such a way. And this man was repulsed as well.
She didn’t have a lot of, or any really, experience with men, but she thought she’d noticed some interest in his gaze. And she was fairly certain he’d been looking at her chest. But this, well, it was humiliating.
“I’ll leave, I apologize for asking such an inappropriate question. Have a good day, my lord.”
The door slammed shut before she could walk out of it. Facing the hard wood panel, she stared up at the darkly tanned arm overhead. Bryn had his palm on the wood and as she watched, his other settled on the other side of her, effectively caging her in.
She licked her lips but refused to turn around.
“Gotta give me a bit more time than that, love, to work this out in my head. It’s not every day I get propositioned to help a woman lose her virginity. And definitely not one like you.”
Tears sprang to her eyes and she fisted her hands at her sides, taking several deep breaths—which may not have been a good idea given how his scent seeped into her nose—and reached for the door handle.
“I get enough of that talk from my family. I’ll not stand here and take it from you. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, Lord Wetherstoft.” She pushed him aside somehow and made her way out of the house.
At least her father had sent her in the carriage so she didn’t have to walk the long distance home from Bryn’s place. And her father must have felt like splurging on his daughter, for the interior was warm with bricks. The moment she settled, they were moving.
Alone, she cried, making sure to wipe away all trace of the evidence before she climbed out and walked inside her childhood home.
“Well?”
It was like her family had waited against the window for her to return home. She’d not even got her jacket off and they were surrounding her.
“Did you see him?” Her father.
“Will he help me?” Lovell.
“Did you see his mother?” Henrietta.
“Was he as big in real life as he seems to be?” Harmony.
She held up her hands. “He’s thinking about it. I can’t promise anything but I asked.”
“If it means you sell yourself, then do it.” Lovell crossed his arms. “I need to learn to box. I will be a laughingstock if I am the only one in my class who can’t. Or if I am the worst.”