years. Since I was seventeen.” He added on a breath,
“And I do not exaggerate in the least.”
“You two are very familiar with each other…it hardly seems a
normal employer to servant relationship.” Fighting the urge to
uselessly pull the material together, Jenna felt the breeze over
those exposed curves. She had tried to figure out a way to fix the
problem, but with no way to fasten the material together was
resigned to the fact she was more naked than ever. It was just as
well she made the decision she had, for she was beginning to see
why women covered themselves from throat to ankle. Visual
stimuli had an impact on even very nice men, and if she had been
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bare-breasted from the beginning, things might have gotten out of
hand earlier. As it was now, they might as well look, if it pleased
them.
Charles frowned slightly. “We are friends and I admire him
very much, though he would hate to hear it, laughing it off with his
usual cynicism. His childhood was cold, I’m told, his parents
unfeeling and leaving his lordship to nannies and tutors. He
disdains society most of the time because he hates the lifestyle of
wealthy, selfish aristocrats, even though he belongs to their class. I
think he leaves England to avoid his responsibilities as the earl. We
have traveled together everywhere,” he said, lounging on one
elbow, tearing his gaze away finally to look into her eyes. “The
Orient, the southern islands of the Pacific, even places like North
America, where there are savages that can ride their horses
sideways and can shoot an arrow through your eye from a great
distance. This is not the first time we have been in an adverse
situation, but perhaps the first time it seems permanent.”
“Do you really think we will be here…forever?” Her voice
caught a little. She had tried not to think of what might be, but now
after so many days still on the island with no ships in sight…his
words echoed her very fears.
Charles murmured, his dark eyes steady, “I think it is possible
that the four of us will be companions for a long time. Do not
worry, we will take care of you, my lady. And truly, if one must be
trapped somewhere, there are worse places. I admit there are some
predators around, but otherwise the setting is beautiful. We have
plenty of food, and the weather is superb most of the time.” He
smiled then, a gleam of white teeth. “Besides, we will also keep
you entertained. All you have to do is be beautiful, which seems to
be an effortless endeavor for you.” His hand came out, slender
fingers running along her forearm to the curve of her elbow.
“Look, you are growing golden with the kiss of the sun. And your
hair is so gloriously blond and long, streaked with pale strands in
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contrast to the deep amber color…it would be unfashionable back
in England for your skin to be anything but pale, but the truth is, it
is very alluring.”
It was true. She knew she was gaining a fine tan despite her
efforts to keep out of the blazing heat. “You are all turning brown
as well,” she told him, slightly lowering her lashes. “Jonathan
looks like Spaniard, so broodingly dark and handsome.”
“Will it trouble you to lie with me, knowing how you feel
about him?”
Charles’s hand still cupped her arm, holding lightly, but not in
any way restraining her. A little disconcerted she had said
something so stupid and revealed her growing attraction to the earl,
Jenna quickly shook her head. “I like you very much. If I can
please you, then that is all I want.”
“Oh, you please me. In fact, I must feel…these.” His hand
drifted higher, along the sensitive skin of her upper arm, then
slipped into the open bodice of her chemise, pushing it off her
shoulder and exposing one breast fully. Inhaling an audible breath,
Charles slid his hand under the weight of the pale mound and lifted
it slightly in his palm.
His hand
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