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sip.
She made a wry face. “Aidan, that tastes terrible. Why do people think liquor is so wonderful? Ach, that makes me shudder.”
“Drink up Bridget, you’ll get to like it after a while. When you feel the warmth inside you’ll know what I mean.”
Then they sat, slowly sipping their drinks and discussing the party.
“That was a fine thing you did for Robert tonight lass, he was very proud of you and I don’t think I have ever seen him quite so happy.”
She answered smiling. “Yes, the darling man, he did seem to enjoy himself and it makes me feel good to have played a small part in it.”
They talked quietly in the semidarkness, Aidan filling her glass again without her awareness of it, and she was enjoying his company for once.
Taking her now empty glass, he set it on a nearby on the side table, placing his own beside it. She was getting more relaxed and drowsy by the minute, but also a bit uneasy by the look Aidan was giving her. She said hurriedly, “I better get back upstairs, I’m sure I can sleep now,” but as she attempted to get to her feet, he reached for her, one arm going around her waist, the other about her shoulders.
“No, Aidan, don’t,” she whispered, trying to push him away, “it was so nice just sitting here talking, let’s not spoil it.”
Without answering, his face came close to hers. She closed her eyes, knowing full well he was about to kiss her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He bent his head and merely brushed her lips with his own, just a touch, sending a quiver of feeling through her. She thought he would release her then, but as she attempted to get up, he pulled her roughly closer against him, holding her tightly.
Sensing her reluctance he questioned, “What are you afraid of Bridget? I’m only what you know we both want, and besides, Robert wants you to be my girl, you know?”
This made her very angry and gave her the strength to pull away from him. “How dare you, Aidan MacLeod. I don’t think I have ever met a more conceited person than you are, and no matter how many girls swoon over you, I am not one of them. Didn’t you get enough kissing when you took Elsie home tonight? She seemed eager enough for your attention.”
“Ah, so you did notice, and do I detect a tone of jealousy?” There was a glint of mockery in his eyes.
Without answer she got to her feet, but found she was a bit unsteady from the wine she wasn’t used to.
Aidan laughed. “Come on, I’ll help you upstairs. I do believe you are a little tipsy.” Bending down quickly he picked her up in his arms saying, “How can anyone as small as you are have so much venom in them?”
“Put me down this instant, Aidan,” she fumed, “or I shall wake the household.”
“No, you won’t,” he laughed, “I don’t think you would want Robert to see you running around in the middle of the night with nothing on but your nightgown.”
Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she realized there was no use struggling against him, and suffered him to carry her upstairs. At her bedroom door he sat her on her feet. She didn’t notice that her dressing gown had fallen open until he slipped his hands inside and around her body, soft now in her night clothes.
Holding her close for a moment, he kissed her gently, lovingly. She felt the wild beating of his heart against her own. Afraid of her riding emotions, whispered, “Please, Aidan, let me go
She made a wry face. “Aidan, that tastes terrible. Why do people think liquor is so wonderful? Ach, that makes me shudder.”
“Drink up Bridget, you’ll get to like it after a while. When you feel the warmth inside you’ll know what I mean.”
Then they sat, slowly sipping their drinks and discussing the party.
“That was a fine thing you did for Robert tonight lass, he was very proud of you and I don’t think I have ever seen him quite so happy.”
She answered smiling. “Yes, the darling man, he did seem to enjoy himself and it makes me feel good to have played a small part in it.”
They talked quietly in the semidarkness, Aidan filling her glass again without her awareness of it, and she was enjoying his company for once.
Taking her now empty glass, he set it on a nearby on the side table, placing his own beside it. She was getting more relaxed and drowsy by the minute, but also a bit uneasy by the look Aidan was giving her. She said hurriedly, “I better get back upstairs, I’m sure I can sleep now,” but as she attempted to get to her feet, he reached for her, one arm going around her waist, the other about her shoulders.
“No, Aidan, don’t,” she whispered, trying to push him away, “it was so nice just sitting here talking, let’s not spoil it.”
Without answering, his face came close to hers. She closed her eyes, knowing full well he was about to kiss her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He bent his head and merely brushed her lips with his own, just a touch, sending a quiver of feeling through her. She thought he would release her then, but as she attempted to get up, he pulled her roughly closer against him, holding her tightly.
Sensing her reluctance he questioned, “What are you afraid of Bridget? I’m only what you know we both want, and besides, Robert wants you to be my girl, you know?”
This made her very angry and gave her the strength to pull away from him. “How dare you, Aidan MacLeod. I don’t think I have ever met a more conceited person than you are, and no matter how many girls swoon over you, I am not one of them. Didn’t you get enough kissing when you took Elsie home tonight? She seemed eager enough for your attention.”
“Ah, so you did notice, and do I detect a tone of jealousy?” There was a glint of mockery in his eyes.
Without answer she got to her feet, but found she was a bit unsteady from the wine she wasn’t used to.
Aidan laughed. “Come on, I’ll help you upstairs. I do believe you are a little tipsy.” Bending down quickly he picked her up in his arms saying, “How can anyone as small as you are have so much venom in them?”
“Put me down this instant, Aidan,” she fumed, “or I shall wake the household.”
“No, you won’t,” he laughed, “I don’t think you would want Robert to see you running around in the middle of the night with nothing on but your nightgown.”
Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she realized there was no use struggling against him, and suffered him to carry her upstairs. At her bedroom door he sat her on her feet. She didn’t notice that her dressing gown had fallen open until he slipped his hands inside and around her body, soft now in her night clothes.
Holding her close for a moment, he kissed her gently, lovingly. She felt the wild beating of his heart against her own. Afraid of her riding emotions, whispered, “Please, Aidan, let me go
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