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be talking to yerself, lad.”
Women.
• • •
Frustrated, Rogue stomped her foot, furious with herself for running out of the kitchen like that and ruining a chance to talk to Bruce. After his smile last night and his sweetness with Diva, she’d barely slept a wink. It took forever this morning, sorting through the rack of costumes Baillie had designed for her, to decide what to wear. Suddenly the pain and bother of dresses took on a whole other meaning when she remembered the twinkle in Bruce’s eyes last night, complimenting her for her ladylike attire.
She’d kept one eye on the alarm clock in her room as she dashed through the multiple petticoats. Giving herself another chance at applying makeup, she hoped she hadn’t overdone anything for a more daytime look. Too much blush? Too heavy on the eye shadow? Where were Rafael and T-Cup when she needed her diva queens most? The various paints and potions the girls kept sending her were a mystery.
Satisfied with her reflection in the dresser mirror, Rogue left her room and walked down the long staircase. Lifting the front of her skirt to keep from tripping, she didn’t notice Jonathan standing at the bottom staring at her.
“Ah, what a pleasure to gaze upon your beauty first thing this morning. Had I known such a vision awaited me, I would have ordered a dozen red roses to greet you with.”
He pulled at the cuffs of his jacket, again a dashing look of old-style charm, his face locked in a genuine smile with a gaze practically boring through her with its intensity. Her heart skipped in time with each step. Visions of colorful Disney animated movies with Prince Charming waiting for the beautiful princess flashed through her mind. She felt like Cinderella in her azure gown.
As she neared the last step, Jonathan stretched his hand out to help her down and tucked her arm inside his own. The heat from his body touched her like a fiery blast through her system, causing a flush of perspiration. She glanced up at Jonathan’s face, his blue eyes demanding attention. How wide his pupils seemed, pools of black darkness drawing her in. She sensed the man could see right through her clothing, admiring her body.
“How I wish we could share the sparkle and enchantment of Paris together. With you on my arm, I would be the envy of every male we passed. Such grace and beauty needs to be shared with the outside world, no?”
Rogue gave him a blank stare. “Paris?”
“
Oui, ma chérie
, I would love to take you to the most exquisite places where your beauty will outshine the constellations. We could dance in Rio de Janeiro, ski in the Swiss Alps. With you by my side, we’d take Manhattan by storm then fly out to Los Angeles for premieres and red carpets. You capture my breath, and all I want to do is share the vision of you with the world.
“Alas, reality rears its ugly head instead.” He stopped at the hallway, half turning so he stood close in front of her. “I’m afraid I must leave you for now.”
He brought her hand up to his lips and lingered over his kiss. Rogue swept her eyes from his moist lips to his steady gaze. Her hand tingled from his soft lips caressing the skin. Her heart pounded during the timeless seconds before he lifted his head. More time passed before he let go of her hand.
“I have much to take care of before class starts, indeed. Mr. Leatherton will be expecting me, though I wish I had the day to linger in your company. I would invite you to take an intimate turn with me on the moors or around the castle. We could plan our escape for Rio.” A sly grin pulled at his lips.
Clutching her hands together, Rogue made a short curtsy. “I, too, have a list of work to do today. But thank you for, uh, suggesting such. I’ve never thought of traveling so far away, let alone the world.” Her voice dropped as she turned and headed for the kitchen, rubbing the spot of Jonathan’s kiss.
How could she spend the night thinking about Bruce, and one
Women.
• • •
Frustrated, Rogue stomped her foot, furious with herself for running out of the kitchen like that and ruining a chance to talk to Bruce. After his smile last night and his sweetness with Diva, she’d barely slept a wink. It took forever this morning, sorting through the rack of costumes Baillie had designed for her, to decide what to wear. Suddenly the pain and bother of dresses took on a whole other meaning when she remembered the twinkle in Bruce’s eyes last night, complimenting her for her ladylike attire.
She’d kept one eye on the alarm clock in her room as she dashed through the multiple petticoats. Giving herself another chance at applying makeup, she hoped she hadn’t overdone anything for a more daytime look. Too much blush? Too heavy on the eye shadow? Where were Rafael and T-Cup when she needed her diva queens most? The various paints and potions the girls kept sending her were a mystery.
Satisfied with her reflection in the dresser mirror, Rogue left her room and walked down the long staircase. Lifting the front of her skirt to keep from tripping, she didn’t notice Jonathan standing at the bottom staring at her.
“Ah, what a pleasure to gaze upon your beauty first thing this morning. Had I known such a vision awaited me, I would have ordered a dozen red roses to greet you with.”
He pulled at the cuffs of his jacket, again a dashing look of old-style charm, his face locked in a genuine smile with a gaze practically boring through her with its intensity. Her heart skipped in time with each step. Visions of colorful Disney animated movies with Prince Charming waiting for the beautiful princess flashed through her mind. She felt like Cinderella in her azure gown.
As she neared the last step, Jonathan stretched his hand out to help her down and tucked her arm inside his own. The heat from his body touched her like a fiery blast through her system, causing a flush of perspiration. She glanced up at Jonathan’s face, his blue eyes demanding attention. How wide his pupils seemed, pools of black darkness drawing her in. She sensed the man could see right through her clothing, admiring her body.
“How I wish we could share the sparkle and enchantment of Paris together. With you on my arm, I would be the envy of every male we passed. Such grace and beauty needs to be shared with the outside world, no?”
Rogue gave him a blank stare. “Paris?”
“
Oui, ma chérie
, I would love to take you to the most exquisite places where your beauty will outshine the constellations. We could dance in Rio de Janeiro, ski in the Swiss Alps. With you by my side, we’d take Manhattan by storm then fly out to Los Angeles for premieres and red carpets. You capture my breath, and all I want to do is share the vision of you with the world.
“Alas, reality rears its ugly head instead.” He stopped at the hallway, half turning so he stood close in front of her. “I’m afraid I must leave you for now.”
He brought her hand up to his lips and lingered over his kiss. Rogue swept her eyes from his moist lips to his steady gaze. Her hand tingled from his soft lips caressing the skin. Her heart pounded during the timeless seconds before he lifted his head. More time passed before he let go of her hand.
“I have much to take care of before class starts, indeed. Mr. Leatherton will be expecting me, though I wish I had the day to linger in your company. I would invite you to take an intimate turn with me on the moors or around the castle. We could plan our escape for Rio.” A sly grin pulled at his lips.
Clutching her hands together, Rogue made a short curtsy. “I, too, have a list of work to do today. But thank you for, uh, suggesting such. I’ve never thought of traveling so far away, let alone the world.” Her voice dropped as she turned and headed for the kitchen, rubbing the spot of Jonathan’s kiss.
How could she spend the night thinking about Bruce, and one
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