Adam’s form, as he reclined in the chair. He moved with such grace, it seemed like he never touched the floor. The suit he wore was a dark gray and fit his body perfectly.
“I shall eat later.”
“You don’t want me to drag your pretty derriere to the dining room, do you Isabelle?”
Isabelle uncrossed her legs only to cross them again, as she gazed at Adam. She saw him smirk again and he took a deep breath before he bent over and rested his hands on his knees.
“When was the last time you had a man?”
“I—I don’t have to answer that.” Isabelle stammered and look away from his golden eyes to the beautiful blue sky outside. She jumped in surprise, as Adam appeared in front of her. Well, Adam’s groin appeared in front of her.
Isabelle hastily stood up and brushed her dress down before turning away, but Adam was already in front of her. He moved so quickly that she hardly saw him move from one spot to the next. He stepped so close to her that she could feel his breath on her forehead. She shivered involuntarily and went to turn away, but Adam placed one hand on her neck.
“Come now, Isabelle.”
“I am not required to give you that information.”
“Why so formal?
“I do not want to discuss my sexual habits with you.” Isabelle frowned, as Adam chuckled again before his hand moved to the nape of her neck and his head bent down to the side of side of her neck.
“Just give me a number, then.”
“Two.”
“I can tell when you’re lying; I can smell it on you, Isabelle.” Adam took a deep breath and Isabelle clenched her thighs together in frustration. With Adam this close, she was having trouble thinking. Her mind was fuzzy with desire and the need to kiss him.
“Isabelle, it is lunch time,” her father’s voice penetrated through the fog of desire. She jumped away from Adam with a sigh.
“Yes, Father,” she said, as she turned from Adam and followed her father to the dining room.
“Adam, you are needed in the garden.”
“Lord Royce?”
“Just leave, Adam.”
Isabelle sat on one of the dining chairs and waited for the lecture she knew she was going to get from her father.
“You are not to mess with Adam.”
“You said to find a count and Adam is a count, Father.”
“He is low of birth. You are not to have relations with this man. Do you understand me, Isabelle?” her father said, as he angrily stabbed at the steak that was on his plate.
“Low of birth holds no meaning for me, Father.”
“You are becoming worse over these past few months. You are to act like a lady or I shall send you to your Aunt Valerie for appropriate training.”
Her Aunt Valerie ran a boarding school for wayward ladies. The school was designed to snap ladies back into shape, if they’ve ventured off their path. Her father seemed to think that she was becoming one of the wayward ladies.
“Adam is off limits. Leave it there, Isabelle.”
“Yes, Father.” Isabelle frowned into her meal and turned to the look out the window. She could see Adam standing next to Terry, the gardener. He was nodding and looking at him. As if he felt her staring at him, Adam turned and gave her a small smile.
She hurried to eat her meal before standing and smiling to her father.
“I’m going for a walk around the estate, Father.”
“Take one of the servants with you.”
“I’ve lived here for nearly twenty-five years. I know my way around.”
“A servant and be back before dark, I have been hearing wolves lately.”
Isabelle nodded and headed to the library to get her book before heading outside and disappearing to her hiding place. She felt Terry following behind her and smiled, as he veered off in the opposite direction when they were out of view of the estate.
Isabelle had been going on adventures around the estate since she was a small child. Terry was the one
“I shall eat later.”
“You don’t want me to drag your pretty derriere to the dining room, do you Isabelle?”
Isabelle uncrossed her legs only to cross them again, as she gazed at Adam. She saw him smirk again and he took a deep breath before he bent over and rested his hands on his knees.
“When was the last time you had a man?”
“I—I don’t have to answer that.” Isabelle stammered and look away from his golden eyes to the beautiful blue sky outside. She jumped in surprise, as Adam appeared in front of her. Well, Adam’s groin appeared in front of her.
Isabelle hastily stood up and brushed her dress down before turning away, but Adam was already in front of her. He moved so quickly that she hardly saw him move from one spot to the next. He stepped so close to her that she could feel his breath on her forehead. She shivered involuntarily and went to turn away, but Adam placed one hand on her neck.
“Come now, Isabelle.”
“I am not required to give you that information.”
“Why so formal?
“I do not want to discuss my sexual habits with you.” Isabelle frowned, as Adam chuckled again before his hand moved to the nape of her neck and his head bent down to the side of side of her neck.
“Just give me a number, then.”
“Two.”
“I can tell when you’re lying; I can smell it on you, Isabelle.” Adam took a deep breath and Isabelle clenched her thighs together in frustration. With Adam this close, she was having trouble thinking. Her mind was fuzzy with desire and the need to kiss him.
“Isabelle, it is lunch time,” her father’s voice penetrated through the fog of desire. She jumped away from Adam with a sigh.
“Yes, Father,” she said, as she turned from Adam and followed her father to the dining room.
“Adam, you are needed in the garden.”
“Lord Royce?”
“Just leave, Adam.”
Isabelle sat on one of the dining chairs and waited for the lecture she knew she was going to get from her father.
“You are not to mess with Adam.”
“You said to find a count and Adam is a count, Father.”
“He is low of birth. You are not to have relations with this man. Do you understand me, Isabelle?” her father said, as he angrily stabbed at the steak that was on his plate.
“Low of birth holds no meaning for me, Father.”
“You are becoming worse over these past few months. You are to act like a lady or I shall send you to your Aunt Valerie for appropriate training.”
Her Aunt Valerie ran a boarding school for wayward ladies. The school was designed to snap ladies back into shape, if they’ve ventured off their path. Her father seemed to think that she was becoming one of the wayward ladies.
“Adam is off limits. Leave it there, Isabelle.”
“Yes, Father.” Isabelle frowned into her meal and turned to the look out the window. She could see Adam standing next to Terry, the gardener. He was nodding and looking at him. As if he felt her staring at him, Adam turned and gave her a small smile.
She hurried to eat her meal before standing and smiling to her father.
“I’m going for a walk around the estate, Father.”
“Take one of the servants with you.”
“I’ve lived here for nearly twenty-five years. I know my way around.”
“A servant and be back before dark, I have been hearing wolves lately.”
Isabelle nodded and headed to the library to get her book before heading outside and disappearing to her hiding place. She felt Terry following behind her and smiled, as he veered off in the opposite direction when they were out of view of the estate.
Isabelle had been going on adventures around the estate since she was a small child. Terry was the one
Similar Books
Where the Long Grass Blows (1976)
Louis L'amour
Seeing (Return of the Nine)
Viola Grace
The Hunt
Megan Shepherd
Nightside 09 - Just Another Judgement Day
Simon R. Green
The Word Game
Steena Holmes
The Witch Thief (Harlequin Nocturne)
Lori Devoti
Mission: Seduction
Candace Havens
Fantasy Inc
Lorraine Kennedy
The War Chest
Porter Hill
Night Whispers
Judith McNaught