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and stepped back.
                Elise whined and pulled him back to her. He took
her lips briefly and as he withdrew hers clung.
                "Don't stop!" She begged, her lips
pushed out to pout and he almost gave in.
                "Dinner, love. We have to go."
                "I'm not hungry." She whispered as she
reached for his face.
                Gilles let her pull him down and tasted her once
more.
                "Holderson will look for us if we don't
appear soon." He groaned against her lips as she grazed the nape of his
neck with her nails.
                With that Elise released him. Gilles stepped
back and looked her over. It was dark but her dress seemed in place and her
hair wasn't mussed. He tugged on his waistcoat and jacket. There was little he
could do about the front of his breeches. He took her arm and led her from the
room. In the light he could see that her lips were a touch swollen and she was
slightly flushed. Otherwise, everything was in order. Gilles wanted desperately
to have her in disorder. Starting with that dress. He wanted to untie the gold
ribbon and let her breasts spill out. He thought of pushing the silk up along
the length of her legs, revealing inch by delicious inch. Gilles had to think
of something else before he made a scene. He could push Holderson only so far.
                "Tell me, I know you rarely leave
Longwood..."
                "Never." Elise interrupted.
                "Never?"
                "I never leave Longwood. I haven't since
the day I arrived as a child."
                "That's... a long time." Gilles didn't
know how else to describe the revelation. Unimaginable? Sad? Lonely?
                "You were about to ask something before I
interrupted you."
                Gilles led her to her seat and pushed her closer
to the table. Holderson placed her plate and withdrew.
                He took his seat and waited until his wine was
poured and he'd nodded at the various dishes offered. Once his plate was
complete he continued.
                "I assumed you must visit a modiste
regularly and wondered if it was near by or you made trips to Town."
                "No, My Lord. Anna and Alice make all of my
clothing. I believe they are very talented. I'm rather fortunate but I fear
their skills are wasted here."
                "Ah, Anna again. She's your lady's maid,
correct?"
                Elise nodded as she chewed.
                "Her and Alice follow the latest fashions
and order whatever fabrics they need. I think they truly enjoy it so I indulge
them, though I'm certain I have far too many dresses and am probably a bit
overdressed most of the time. I often feel like a life sized doll."
                "You are quite a stylish little thing. And
you say they just order whatever they wish and you have no opinion?"
                "They are very careful to keep my
particular needs in mind and I'm always comfortable. I can't imagine what else
I'd be able to add to the process."
                "You misunderstand, they do excellent work
and I can't fault their taste. I just can't imagine any other lady of my
acquaintance trusting anyone so implicitly with their wardrobe."
                "I don't really have a choice. If you're
concerned with the expense, I assure you, I have all costs of my clothing taken
out of my allowance. I really have no other expenses. Mr. Bramford hasn't
seemed concerned so I assume they aren't putting me in the poorhouse."
                Gilles leaned back and laughed.
                "My lady, I assure you, the last thing that
would concern me would be the budget for your wardrobe. It can't be worse than
my own. I think your Mr. Bramford would swoon if he knew what maman and my
sister spend. As countess, it's within your