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out his hand.
"Welcome, Miss Lilly. I'm so very glad you came."
* * *
Lilly had considered not coming several times during the past week. She'd continued to ask herself why he'd want to see her again, telling herself he couldn't possibly be interested in a flower girl. Though an innocent, she wasn't ignorant of what men desired. Her penny novels told of knights in shining armor, or of a prince wandering his kingdom in search of his princess. She'd yet to read a tale of a lord having tea with a girl far beneath his station. However, every time she looked at the squirrel, she couldn't help but smile. It hadn't been presented in some jewelry case that when opened revealed a stunning string of pearls or a dazzling pair of ear bobs. No, it had been presented sitting in the dirt beneath a pair of roses, and yet it had been the perfect setting and the absolute perfect gift.
That morning, she'd awoken early and, after eating an apple, bathed and washed her hair. Its thick mass had taken a quarter of an hour to comb through, and hours to dry. It took her less time to dress, as she only had a few choices. She chose a dress of navy blue with capped sleeves. A piece of the white ribbon she'd bought from Jimmy kept her curls off her face. Though she knew her clothing couldn't compare to that worn by Rachel, she was clean and wore her best dress for the occasion. Now, hearing his welcome and seeing his hand, she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. Placing her hand in his, she allowed him to help her stand.
"Thank you for the invitation," she said softly. "We've been looking forward to joining you for tea."
"I must apologize," Phillip said.
Apologize? Was he about to inform her that he'd been nice enough to meet her in person only to inform her that he'd changed his mind? Was there to be no tea party? Her attempt to pull her hand from his was thwarted with him tightening his grip.
"Pardon me," he said, reaching out and running his finger down the long tail of the stuffed animal tucked beneath her arm. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just meant that I was too blind to see that your companion is indeed a beautiful girl worthy of her name." Her pulse slowed a bit as he gave a small bow. "It is a pleasure to see you again as well, Miss Bushy."
"The pleasure is ours," Lilly said, a small giggle escaping before she caught herself. His smile showed his unconcern that her manners might not be quite proper. When he offered her his arm, she placed her hand into the crook of his elbow.
"I thought we would have our tea on the bench."
"Oh," she said, her face heating at his suggestion. Relax, silly. It is only a bench. It's not like he is going to instruct me to lift my dress so he can lower my drawers . Her pulse quickened as they walked around the end of the row and circled back towards the tree. It was a perfect spot to place a teacup. The surface of the bench was flat and stable. Yes, think of it as nothing more than a small table . She attempted to block out the other little voice in her head that was telling her it was also the perfect place for a man to sit and take a naughty girl across his knees for a spanking.
"Are you all right?"
"What?" She could feel her face heat even more. "Um… yes, I-I'm fine, thank you." She wondered what the penalty was for telling a flat out lie. The clenching of her bottom told her she knew exactly what the price for fibbing would be. But what surprised her was the flutter in her tummy and a tingle that seemed to be journeying south, making her wonder what hearing those naughty instructions from his lips would be like.
God, he'd not only think her a fool for her thoughts, he'd probably wonder at her sanity if he knew that her drawers were becoming a bit damp at the thought of his giving her a very tangible answer as his hand rubbed against her bare bottom before lifting to turn her rear rosy. Would he then cup her sex in his hand as he held her? Would his eyes widen in horror to discover that she
"Welcome, Miss Lilly. I'm so very glad you came."
* * *
Lilly had considered not coming several times during the past week. She'd continued to ask herself why he'd want to see her again, telling herself he couldn't possibly be interested in a flower girl. Though an innocent, she wasn't ignorant of what men desired. Her penny novels told of knights in shining armor, or of a prince wandering his kingdom in search of his princess. She'd yet to read a tale of a lord having tea with a girl far beneath his station. However, every time she looked at the squirrel, she couldn't help but smile. It hadn't been presented in some jewelry case that when opened revealed a stunning string of pearls or a dazzling pair of ear bobs. No, it had been presented sitting in the dirt beneath a pair of roses, and yet it had been the perfect setting and the absolute perfect gift.
That morning, she'd awoken early and, after eating an apple, bathed and washed her hair. Its thick mass had taken a quarter of an hour to comb through, and hours to dry. It took her less time to dress, as she only had a few choices. She chose a dress of navy blue with capped sleeves. A piece of the white ribbon she'd bought from Jimmy kept her curls off her face. Though she knew her clothing couldn't compare to that worn by Rachel, she was clean and wore her best dress for the occasion. Now, hearing his welcome and seeing his hand, she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. Placing her hand in his, she allowed him to help her stand.
"Thank you for the invitation," she said softly. "We've been looking forward to joining you for tea."
"I must apologize," Phillip said.
Apologize? Was he about to inform her that he'd been nice enough to meet her in person only to inform her that he'd changed his mind? Was there to be no tea party? Her attempt to pull her hand from his was thwarted with him tightening his grip.
"Pardon me," he said, reaching out and running his finger down the long tail of the stuffed animal tucked beneath her arm. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just meant that I was too blind to see that your companion is indeed a beautiful girl worthy of her name." Her pulse slowed a bit as he gave a small bow. "It is a pleasure to see you again as well, Miss Bushy."
"The pleasure is ours," Lilly said, a small giggle escaping before she caught herself. His smile showed his unconcern that her manners might not be quite proper. When he offered her his arm, she placed her hand into the crook of his elbow.
"I thought we would have our tea on the bench."
"Oh," she said, her face heating at his suggestion. Relax, silly. It is only a bench. It's not like he is going to instruct me to lift my dress so he can lower my drawers . Her pulse quickened as they walked around the end of the row and circled back towards the tree. It was a perfect spot to place a teacup. The surface of the bench was flat and stable. Yes, think of it as nothing more than a small table . She attempted to block out the other little voice in her head that was telling her it was also the perfect place for a man to sit and take a naughty girl across his knees for a spanking.
"Are you all right?"
"What?" She could feel her face heat even more. "Um… yes, I-I'm fine, thank you." She wondered what the penalty was for telling a flat out lie. The clenching of her bottom told her she knew exactly what the price for fibbing would be. But what surprised her was the flutter in her tummy and a tingle that seemed to be journeying south, making her wonder what hearing those naughty instructions from his lips would be like.
God, he'd not only think her a fool for her thoughts, he'd probably wonder at her sanity if he knew that her drawers were becoming a bit damp at the thought of his giving her a very tangible answer as his hand rubbed against her bare bottom before lifting to turn her rear rosy. Would he then cup her sex in his hand as he held her? Would his eyes widen in horror to discover that she
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