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SECRET CONFESSIONS OF LADY H - BOOK 2 by Bethany Michaels
Copyright © Bethany Michaels, 2009
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I sat gingerly on a nearby bench and folded my hands in my lap. From this vantage I could see his face. And it was clear he was not happy to see me.
I grew angry. It wasn’t as if I were the only one at fault for what happened. And it hadn’t been I who behaved so beastly afterward. I couldn’t sit in silence a moment longer.
“What have I done to make you so angry?” I demanded.
He kept rubbing at the saddle, his steady rhythm unchanged.
“I was not the only one present that afternoon, as I recall.”
Lachlan didn’t break the cadence in his task, nor did he bother to look at me.
I snatched the cloth from his large, calloused hands and finally he was forced to meet my gaze. His jaw was set and I was startled by the angry glare he leveled on me. He rose slowly to his feet.
“I only took what was offered, Lady Holbrook.”
“That’s right,” I said. “It was offered freely.”
“Aye. And do you know what could happen if anyone were to find out? I’d lose my position, that’s what. And no respectable Lord North of London would have me in their stables, no matter how well I treat their beasts and shine their saddles and mend their harnesses.” He shoved a hand through is hair. “This isn’t some child’s game, Amelia. Go back to Blackrock.”
Angry tears stung the back of my eyes. “I didn’t hear you complaining when your mouth was over mine, Lachaln. And I felt you. I felt how much you wanted me.
“I’m a man, not a saint.” He moved closer until our bodies were a scant inch apart. I could smell the scent of his warm skin, see the sheen of sweat that misted his bare chest.
“I’ve been thinking about why it was you were so willing to give yourself to me. You’re used to fine clothes, and fine wine. Fine men with silk waistcoats and pretty manners.” He paused and looked at me down to my very soul. “Could it be, Lady Holbrook that you like the fact that you’re my better. That you hold my fate in your pretty little hands. You like the power over me it gives you.”
A little shiver of desire spread up my spine. I wanted to deny it, but perhaps it was a tiny part of why I had done what I had done. But only a part.
He stepped closer, menacing now in his fierceness. I backed away until the cool stone wall was at my back. I was a little afraid of him, but that only made me want to release the beast in him again and see if it set me free, too. Free from the confines of my life. My station. All the expectations heaped on me since I was a mere girl. But it wasn’t something I could easily explain to Lachlan. So I stood in silence and let him think the worst of me.
“I don’t care if you’re the bloody Queen,” Lachlan said pressing against me. I could feel the hard length of his erection pressing into my abdomen. “I am no stud, available to let when the mistress desires a tumble in the grass.”
I could hear the defiance in his voice, the huskiness suggesting that his desire was about to win out over his pride. I couldn’t help it. The beast was near the surface and I wanted it sprung free.
“You are if I say you are.”
I met his gaze with a challenge for him to retaliate.
And he did.
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