Ruin Me Please

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  Peyton smiled as he piled his own plate high with eggs and a rasher of bacon .  “She is such a managing female. ”  He shook his head.   “ She probably just needed to re o rganize another hour of our day,” h e said as he chewed a piece of bacon.  “Do n’ t be surprised if she hands you a schedule to follow . ” H e s huddered .
     
     
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    Poppy ran up the stairs to her room, slammed the door and press ed her back against the wall. “ What to do, what to do, w hat to do? ” s he muttered softly, wringing her hands, flu s tered.
    F eeling out of control was new to her.  She did not understand what was wrong with her.   She had been around dozens of attractive men .   Why Parker and Peyton’s friends were some of the m ost sought after men in England, w hat was so different about this one?
    A sudden pounding in her head threatened to overtake her.  Heavens!   She paced res t lessly and began to panic again .  Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Poppy stopped pacing talking aloud , “ I can not think about this right now. ”
    She paced some more.  Back and forth, back and forth knowing she would be able to think if s h e was more relaxed.  She rang for her maid .
    After a soft scratch, Holly entered the room, then curtsied.  “Yes, m’lady?”
    “ I believe I will have a bath.  I believe lavender is in order, Holly ,” she said rubbing her forehead.
    “Are y ou feeling a headache coming on, Miss Poppy?”  Holly asked with concern.  “I can have Mr s. Hastings send up a tisane?”
    Her brow puckered in a frown. “No Holly , I’m just a little overwhelmed that is all. ”   She rubbed her fore head again. “Just quite a bit to do that is all.”
    The bat hing room, built for the twin s ’ particular use was s ituated between their rooms and a ccessible through both of t heir dressing rooms.  Bright with gleaming white marble cov e r ing the floor, l arge cabinets filled with additional linens and fragrant cakes of soap.  It held a copper tub lined with linen and now f illed with lavende r along and frothing bubbles.
    Poppy submerged herself all the way up to her n eck .  The soothing scent eased her di s tressed spirits.  Lifting herself, she leaned her head back and inhaled.  The heat of the bath r e laxed her tense muscles. The rising steam curled the tendrils of hair that escaped at her nape.  Excitement coursed throughout her body when she started to analyze the encounter she had in her garden.  Tapping her fingers rhythmically on the lip of the tub, she replayed their convers a tion in her mind.  ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ’  Poppy snorted.  He has surely been blessed with a silver tongue to go along with his otherworldly , masculine beauty.  He had to w ered over her.  She thought of how she had to strain her neck to look him in the eyes, g o r geous emerald green eyes.  His large rough hands, the memory of his ungloved hand holding hers sent shivers down her spine . Sighing, she submerged her head under the water to clear her mind , coming up sputterin g she wiped the bubbles from her face with a gi g gle .
    After drying off, she was sitting at her vanity when Piper walked in unannounced .  “ Are you alright?  Holly said you had a headache. ”
    Poppy frowned for a moment, then responded with only one word, “Hawksley . ”  She met her twins gaze in the mirror.
    “ What about Hawksley? ”  Her head tilted as she looked at Poppy.  “He is extremely handsome.”   Glancing in the mirror, she picked up th e brush on the vanity and ran it thr ough Poppy’s long golden hair.
    “Yes he is.”  Poppy’s worried expression concerned Piper. “Something happ ened when we were in the garden, before you arrived. ”  She gaze d restlessly about the room.  “I don’t know what to call it.  It was like lightening course d throughout my whole body.”
    “Did he touch you?”
    “No, nothing like that , ” Poppy struggled for

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