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Authors: B. J. McMinn
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say that about the sponge bath? Scenes filled his mind. Like water dripping off the end of the pink tips of her soft breasts, bubbles trailing slowly down pale thighs, and red hair hanging loose down her smooth, sleek back. Her ivory skin glowing as the night breeze wafted around her, drying each droplet of water. Arousal nearly made him drop his full cup of hot coffee in his lap.
He would have to stop thinking like this or his plan would never work, plus he would end up in a constant state of sexual tension. Jason shifted in his chair, glad he was sitting with his lap concealed under the table. This was ridiculous. If he didn’t know better, he would swear his sister knew exactly what her words were doing to him.
“If you’ll tend to supper, I’ll see if she’s awake? She might feel like coming to the table tonight , and you can ask her all the questions you want. How’s that?” Margaret gave him one of her mischievous grins. His sister had always connived until a situation suited her purpose. And anyone in her had best be wary.
“Fine,” Jason replied as she left the room with a basin of warm water. She was up to something.
H e chuckled at the sly way she’d maneuvered him. Not only did he have to ask intrusive questions of their guest, she left him to cook supper, too. He stood, adjusted himself, and laughed again. His sister didn’t know it, but he’d never have gotten up if she’d still been in the room. He winced, then again, maybe she did. Her smile had been just a bit on the naughty side.
CHAPT ER 9
Margaret smiled as she entered the bedroom with the freshly washed and ironed garments on her arm and gripping a pitcher of warm water. The girl was awake and stared at her with those big green eyes, but didn’t say a word. Margaret thought the girl would be curious enough to ask where she was, but she didn’t.
Laying the gowns at the end of the bed, she placed the water on the washbasin then hung the dresses in the armoire.
“I draped a curtain across the corn er by the wash basin if you’d like to sponge off before getting dressed. There are clean undergarments on the table beside the basin, also.” Her scheme wouldn’t work if the girl stayed in the bedroom all the time. She kept her back to the room and heard the girl climb out of bed. Margaret peeked over her shoulder and saw her walk slowly behind the curtain.
“If you woul d try on one of the dresses I can make the necessary adjustments so they will fit you? However, tonight we will have to make do with one of the nightgowns and my robe.” An inner chuckle vibrated in her chest. She couldn’t wait to see Jason’s reaction to the girl in dishabille.
Hearing no response, Margaret turned to find the object of her hastily devised scheme standing behind her. The girl resembled a fragile porcelain doll. Margaret’s gaze roamed over their guest’s petite frame, elfin face, round little stomach and hoped she hadn’t made a mistake. This was the solution to Jason and the girl’s problems if they’d just realize it.
If the girl was all alone with no one to care for her, she needed someone. She was a pretty, little mite, and no one in their right mind would let her be missing for long without conducting a diligent search, yet no one had come around looking for her.
More than one couple had entered into marriage for the sake of expediency. Ira Johnson, the owner of the apothecary had married his wife, Ella, to help raise her two sons after three days acquaintance. Ira and Ella were one of the happiest couples she knew. It gave her hope for the plan she had for Jason and this lost waif.
“Feeling be tter?” When no answer was forthcoming, Margaret held out a dress for her to slip over her head so she could measure the necessary alterations. Quiet thing, Margaret mused. Oh well, Jason wasn’t much of a talker, either.
She measured, pinned, and adjusted until she achieved the desired results, then cautiously helped the girl out
He would have to stop thinking like this or his plan would never work, plus he would end up in a constant state of sexual tension. Jason shifted in his chair, glad he was sitting with his lap concealed under the table. This was ridiculous. If he didn’t know better, he would swear his sister knew exactly what her words were doing to him.
“If you’ll tend to supper, I’ll see if she’s awake? She might feel like coming to the table tonight , and you can ask her all the questions you want. How’s that?” Margaret gave him one of her mischievous grins. His sister had always connived until a situation suited her purpose. And anyone in her had best be wary.
“Fine,” Jason replied as she left the room with a basin of warm water. She was up to something.
H e chuckled at the sly way she’d maneuvered him. Not only did he have to ask intrusive questions of their guest, she left him to cook supper, too. He stood, adjusted himself, and laughed again. His sister didn’t know it, but he’d never have gotten up if she’d still been in the room. He winced, then again, maybe she did. Her smile had been just a bit on the naughty side.
CHAPT ER 9
Margaret smiled as she entered the bedroom with the freshly washed and ironed garments on her arm and gripping a pitcher of warm water. The girl was awake and stared at her with those big green eyes, but didn’t say a word. Margaret thought the girl would be curious enough to ask where she was, but she didn’t.
Laying the gowns at the end of the bed, she placed the water on the washbasin then hung the dresses in the armoire.
“I draped a curtain across the corn er by the wash basin if you’d like to sponge off before getting dressed. There are clean undergarments on the table beside the basin, also.” Her scheme wouldn’t work if the girl stayed in the bedroom all the time. She kept her back to the room and heard the girl climb out of bed. Margaret peeked over her shoulder and saw her walk slowly behind the curtain.
“If you woul d try on one of the dresses I can make the necessary adjustments so they will fit you? However, tonight we will have to make do with one of the nightgowns and my robe.” An inner chuckle vibrated in her chest. She couldn’t wait to see Jason’s reaction to the girl in dishabille.
Hearing no response, Margaret turned to find the object of her hastily devised scheme standing behind her. The girl resembled a fragile porcelain doll. Margaret’s gaze roamed over their guest’s petite frame, elfin face, round little stomach and hoped she hadn’t made a mistake. This was the solution to Jason and the girl’s problems if they’d just realize it.
If the girl was all alone with no one to care for her, she needed someone. She was a pretty, little mite, and no one in their right mind would let her be missing for long without conducting a diligent search, yet no one had come around looking for her.
More than one couple had entered into marriage for the sake of expediency. Ira Johnson, the owner of the apothecary had married his wife, Ella, to help raise her two sons after three days acquaintance. Ira and Ella were one of the happiest couples she knew. It gave her hope for the plan she had for Jason and this lost waif.
“Feeling be tter?” When no answer was forthcoming, Margaret held out a dress for her to slip over her head so she could measure the necessary alterations. Quiet thing, Margaret mused. Oh well, Jason wasn’t much of a talker, either.
She measured, pinned, and adjusted until she achieved the desired results, then cautiously helped the girl out
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