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Authors: Julia Templeton
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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Annabelle’s pale beauty and quick wit.
She watched him for a moment, obviously wary, but she smiled, flashing small, white teeth. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I don’t like sharing you with anyone else. Been there, done that.”
Perplexed by her speech, he bent down and kissed her, savoring the moment.
“Oh, and by the way. Thank you for the job in the kitchen. The walls were starting to close in on me already.”
He laughed, amazed at her ability to see the best in every situation.
“I shall see ye tonight,” he said, heading for the door.
“I’m counting on it,” came her reply.
7
The kitchen was hotter than Hades. Between the boiling pots over the hearth and the smell of too many bodies, Terri felt the urge to run and never look back.
Sweating through her thin gown, she tied her hair up in a sloppy bun, and tried to find some relief from the heat. Not easy when it was nearly as hot outside as it was in this furnace.
Discomfort aside, she had to look at the positive. At least she wasn’t stuck in the solar counting bricks any longer. Now she had other people to talk to, mainly Helda, the portly cook who had taken a liking to Terri immediately. Thank goodness. The woman had a quick temper and proved it when she hit a page across the knuckles with a wooden spoon.
Pages and servants lined up in the kitchen, taking trenchers and plates of steaming venison and vegetables. Having not eaten a single thing since her drinking binge, Terri couldn’t keep her mouth from watering. However, she refrained from picking at the food, certain the cook would kick her out.
“Take a pitcher there, and go fill goblets,” cook said, pointing toward the large jug on the scarred wood table.
Knowing she looked frightful, she cringed, glancing down at the dress clinging to her like a second skin. It was made of thin light blue linen, and a sweat ring had formed at her neck and no doubt down her back.
Not sexy at all.
And Brochan would be in the hall, and quite possibly Eva too. This was not how she imagined meeting her nemesis.
Trying not to think of the brunette, Terri did as asked and took the jug, and followed the line of servants out of the kitchen into the bailey.
The cool air felt wonderful against her heated skin and she took a deep breath, walking slowly until she was the very last servant to enter the hall.
Noise hummed in the huge room, people talking among themselves as servants made sure each glass was filled. Terri wondered where Brochan sat. Brushing a curl over her ear, she started pouring.
A man leered at her, his lips quirking. “Aye, lass, yer not so high-and-mighty now, are ye?” His laughter vibrated to the high ceilings.
No doubt they were all enjoying the sight of Angus MacLellan’s daughter serving them.
They would have a field day.
And though she was not Annabelle, she still could not help the blush that stained her cheeks red. A group of women sat to her right, laughing. “Well, if it isn’t the laird’s whore.”
Terri’s heart missed a beat as she recognized the brunette that had been in Brochan’s chamber the night before.
Eva.
To Terri’s chagrin, the woman was even prettier up close.
Her dark eyes narrowed. “I would like some ale, servant.”
Terri could see jealousy in the other woman’s eyes. Though she wanted to pour the entire pitcher over Eva’s head, she instead poured ale into the woman’s goblet.
“She is not pretty in the least,” Eva’s friend said, loud enough for Terri to hear her.
Unable to help herself, Terri knocked the goblet over as she went to fill another.
“You idiot!” Eva cried, slapping Terri across the mouth.
Tasting blood, Terri refrained from dropping the jug and hitting her back. Instead, she lifted her chin and met the other woman’s gaze.
From the corner of her eye she saw a tall man walking toward them, and knew it was Brochan even before she looked up at him.
Her pulse skittered.
His gaze shifted from hers to the
She watched him for a moment, obviously wary, but she smiled, flashing small, white teeth. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I don’t like sharing you with anyone else. Been there, done that.”
Perplexed by her speech, he bent down and kissed her, savoring the moment.
“Oh, and by the way. Thank you for the job in the kitchen. The walls were starting to close in on me already.”
He laughed, amazed at her ability to see the best in every situation.
“I shall see ye tonight,” he said, heading for the door.
“I’m counting on it,” came her reply.
7
The kitchen was hotter than Hades. Between the boiling pots over the hearth and the smell of too many bodies, Terri felt the urge to run and never look back.
Sweating through her thin gown, she tied her hair up in a sloppy bun, and tried to find some relief from the heat. Not easy when it was nearly as hot outside as it was in this furnace.
Discomfort aside, she had to look at the positive. At least she wasn’t stuck in the solar counting bricks any longer. Now she had other people to talk to, mainly Helda, the portly cook who had taken a liking to Terri immediately. Thank goodness. The woman had a quick temper and proved it when she hit a page across the knuckles with a wooden spoon.
Pages and servants lined up in the kitchen, taking trenchers and plates of steaming venison and vegetables. Having not eaten a single thing since her drinking binge, Terri couldn’t keep her mouth from watering. However, she refrained from picking at the food, certain the cook would kick her out.
“Take a pitcher there, and go fill goblets,” cook said, pointing toward the large jug on the scarred wood table.
Knowing she looked frightful, she cringed, glancing down at the dress clinging to her like a second skin. It was made of thin light blue linen, and a sweat ring had formed at her neck and no doubt down her back.
Not sexy at all.
And Brochan would be in the hall, and quite possibly Eva too. This was not how she imagined meeting her nemesis.
Trying not to think of the brunette, Terri did as asked and took the jug, and followed the line of servants out of the kitchen into the bailey.
The cool air felt wonderful against her heated skin and she took a deep breath, walking slowly until she was the very last servant to enter the hall.
Noise hummed in the huge room, people talking among themselves as servants made sure each glass was filled. Terri wondered where Brochan sat. Brushing a curl over her ear, she started pouring.
A man leered at her, his lips quirking. “Aye, lass, yer not so high-and-mighty now, are ye?” His laughter vibrated to the high ceilings.
No doubt they were all enjoying the sight of Angus MacLellan’s daughter serving them.
They would have a field day.
And though she was not Annabelle, she still could not help the blush that stained her cheeks red. A group of women sat to her right, laughing. “Well, if it isn’t the laird’s whore.”
Terri’s heart missed a beat as she recognized the brunette that had been in Brochan’s chamber the night before.
Eva.
To Terri’s chagrin, the woman was even prettier up close.
Her dark eyes narrowed. “I would like some ale, servant.”
Terri could see jealousy in the other woman’s eyes. Though she wanted to pour the entire pitcher over Eva’s head, she instead poured ale into the woman’s goblet.
“She is not pretty in the least,” Eva’s friend said, loud enough for Terri to hear her.
Unable to help herself, Terri knocked the goblet over as she went to fill another.
“You idiot!” Eva cried, slapping Terri across the mouth.
Tasting blood, Terri refrained from dropping the jug and hitting her back. Instead, she lifted her chin and met the other woman’s gaze.
From the corner of her eye she saw a tall man walking toward them, and knew it was Brochan even before she looked up at him.
Her pulse skittered.
His gaze shifted from hers to the
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