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gazing down at Rosebud and now Sebastian. It was then he turned and left the room stiffly . . . and briskly.
“Raven,” Chloe whispered, watching Raven ignore her plea and shut the door firmly behind him. She listened intently for the click of the lock and sighed with relief when she heard it. Perhaps she was irrational, about to become mad, however now that she had Sebastian back there was not any place else that she would rather be. There was no other place where she was safe except in Raven’s home, behind his locked door, within his presence. Here, she and her baby were safe and she felt it deeply.
“Oh, Sebastian, my beautiful baby boy,” she cooed, rocking Sebastian and rejoicing in feeding him at her breast once again. “Raven will keep us safe now. He will keep us safe from Lia . . . Oh Buddha!” Chloe continued to exclaim, snapping out of her revere and making Sebastian squeal at losing her nipple when she jerked back to reality. Quickly, she switched Sebastian to her other breast as she patted his back quieting him. It had begun to feel so safe. Raven had not called her Lia for so long that she had made herself forget. She wanted to forget because Raven loved her body with pleasure, always giving her pleasure even though he ruled her so thoroughly. But could she ever forget that he thought she was Lia?
Later she must have fallen asleep curled on the bed with Sebastian cuddled next to her because the next moment she became aware of was waking to a muffled conversation. Immediately rising upright in alarm she saw the servants. It was Raven’s footman, butler, and it even appeared to be his cook. All were engaged in setting up a nursery in the far corner of Raven’s bedchamber. A nursery? Chloe softly gasped when the full implication dawned on her.
“My cook’s helper tells me that he has enough of a way with children to watch them sleep. I have employed him for that task this evening.” Chloe turned her gaze. It was Raven behind her. How long had he been there? Did he watch them sleep? “I will expect you for dinner at seven. Dress in this.” Raven’s gaze swept across a gown laying on the chaise lounge before returning to her as he walked toward the doorway. “You may move through my residence at your pleasure. However, you are not . . .” He paused at the door, tall, elegant, and dark. “. . . Allowed to leave.”
Freedom? He was allowing her freedom? Chloe could not help the shiver that caught her as she clutched the gaping bodice of her gown. “You will not lock me in here?” she asked in a whisper.
Raven’s sculptured black eyebrows rose. “I have said not,” he answered mildly.
“B-But I wish it,” she exclaimed softly. “Please.”
Raven turned his face into the shadow of the doorway, and murmured, “What are you afraid of, Rosebud?”
Chloe lowered her head, gazing at her sleeping baby, and she whispered, “Everything, Raven, . . . everything.”
At quarter to seven that evening Chloe looked into the mirror adjusting the finishing touches to her upswept hair style. There was no one to help her and she had never really tried to style her hair before, yet the gown Raven had given her was so beautiful it demanded the extra attention. It was not nearly as scandalous as the other garments that he required she wear. She would nearly feel comfortable being seen in the gown, even though the décolletage was extremely low and the half corset bodice pushed her breasts upward. Although, she had never moved in London society, she knew from years ago while being at her diplomatic father’s side in France and Hong Kong that women of society did wear such revealing apparel without a qualm.
Not having any jewelry, she fashioned a black velvet ribbon around her throat just like the one she used to hold up her hair. Both complemented the purple and black silk of her gown. She did not have any cosmetics and had never wished for any before, but tonight she especially wanted to please Raven.
“Raven,” Chloe whispered, watching Raven ignore her plea and shut the door firmly behind him. She listened intently for the click of the lock and sighed with relief when she heard it. Perhaps she was irrational, about to become mad, however now that she had Sebastian back there was not any place else that she would rather be. There was no other place where she was safe except in Raven’s home, behind his locked door, within his presence. Here, she and her baby were safe and she felt it deeply.
“Oh, Sebastian, my beautiful baby boy,” she cooed, rocking Sebastian and rejoicing in feeding him at her breast once again. “Raven will keep us safe now. He will keep us safe from Lia . . . Oh Buddha!” Chloe continued to exclaim, snapping out of her revere and making Sebastian squeal at losing her nipple when she jerked back to reality. Quickly, she switched Sebastian to her other breast as she patted his back quieting him. It had begun to feel so safe. Raven had not called her Lia for so long that she had made herself forget. She wanted to forget because Raven loved her body with pleasure, always giving her pleasure even though he ruled her so thoroughly. But could she ever forget that he thought she was Lia?
Later she must have fallen asleep curled on the bed with Sebastian cuddled next to her because the next moment she became aware of was waking to a muffled conversation. Immediately rising upright in alarm she saw the servants. It was Raven’s footman, butler, and it even appeared to be his cook. All were engaged in setting up a nursery in the far corner of Raven’s bedchamber. A nursery? Chloe softly gasped when the full implication dawned on her.
“My cook’s helper tells me that he has enough of a way with children to watch them sleep. I have employed him for that task this evening.” Chloe turned her gaze. It was Raven behind her. How long had he been there? Did he watch them sleep? “I will expect you for dinner at seven. Dress in this.” Raven’s gaze swept across a gown laying on the chaise lounge before returning to her as he walked toward the doorway. “You may move through my residence at your pleasure. However, you are not . . .” He paused at the door, tall, elegant, and dark. “. . . Allowed to leave.”
Freedom? He was allowing her freedom? Chloe could not help the shiver that caught her as she clutched the gaping bodice of her gown. “You will not lock me in here?” she asked in a whisper.
Raven’s sculptured black eyebrows rose. “I have said not,” he answered mildly.
“B-But I wish it,” she exclaimed softly. “Please.”
Raven turned his face into the shadow of the doorway, and murmured, “What are you afraid of, Rosebud?”
Chloe lowered her head, gazing at her sleeping baby, and she whispered, “Everything, Raven, . . . everything.”
At quarter to seven that evening Chloe looked into the mirror adjusting the finishing touches to her upswept hair style. There was no one to help her and she had never really tried to style her hair before, yet the gown Raven had given her was so beautiful it demanded the extra attention. It was not nearly as scandalous as the other garments that he required she wear. She would nearly feel comfortable being seen in the gown, even though the décolletage was extremely low and the half corset bodice pushed her breasts upward. Although, she had never moved in London society, she knew from years ago while being at her diplomatic father’s side in France and Hong Kong that women of society did wear such revealing apparel without a qualm.
Not having any jewelry, she fashioned a black velvet ribbon around her throat just like the one she used to hold up her hair. Both complemented the purple and black silk of her gown. She did not have any cosmetics and had never wished for any before, but tonight she especially wanted to please Raven.
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