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Authors: Megan Bryce
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laugh and sketched her a bow. Amelia watched him stride away,
unable to decide whether or not she was glad for the desertion. In any
case, she was left alone in the cool night air.
She slowly let out the breath she had been
holding. Dear Lord, the man was capable .
She stared unseeing at the spot he had just
deserted and wondered for the first time if there was indeed something she was
missing.
Jameson slunk back toward the house, slightly
light-headed, careful to keep away from other couples. He had
meant to seduce her senseless, not himself.
Halfway to the house he paused, thinking of
Amelia alone in the night. He had no doubt she would not want to
see him just yet, and if he were honest with himself, he felt
the same. There had been shock and heat in her eyes, but once
her brain started working again... Amelia was not known to pull
her punches, figuratively and literally it seemed, and Jameson
was sure he did not want to hear her thoughts on their kiss. He
doubted greatly she would be overcome with amorous feelings
towards him, and she was not known as the dragon for nothing.
She had a sharp tongue that could turn any man’s entrails into a
sickly mush.
But he could not leave her out here alone. He
sighed, hanging his head doggedly, then turned back. He prayed
he would not meet her on the path, but found her still on the
little bridge, staring down into the water. He hid behind a
bush, watching her, remembering how she fit into his arms,
remembering her mouth . Who knew such a sharp tongue
could give so much pleasure. His thoughts veered toward other
activities her sharp tongue could partake in and he shook his
head to clear it. Perhaps those dunderheads who chased her knew
more than he did after all.
She turned and began heading towards the
house, towards him. The moonlight bathed her face and
she looked... wild-eyed. And uncertain.
Amelia uncertain?
She touched her fingertips to her lips,
tracing them gently, then took a deep breath, squared her
shoulders, and marched back towards the sounds of music and
laughter.
He followed her silently, thinking he had
perhaps seduced her senseless after all.
No doubt she could have removed the silly
grin off of his face with one well-placed word but he followed
her with a bounce in his step and the thought that just maybe he
could win her hand after all.
The dragon did not run away. No matter how
much she might wish to. She slunk back into the ballroom,
heading for the retiring room. She stared into the mirror in
disbelief. That was her ? Those wild eyes, mussed hair,
reddened skin. Good Lord, anyone would take one look at her and
simply know what had transpired in the garden with Jameson. She
felt a budding anger begin at his expense; she doubted very much
he looked as undone as she did. It was simply unfair how the
female bore the consequences of clandestine trysts, especially
when it was always the man’s idea in the first place!
She put herself back together as best she
could, hoping that a judicious use of her fan would hide the
rest. She wound her way to her mother, scaring away any
conversation with a ferocious look, and keeping as far from the
lights as she could.
She found her mother blessedly alone. “May we
cut this night short, Mother? I do not feel myself.”
“You do look peaked. Are you alright?”
“Yes, but I would like to leave.”
Her mother nodded, rising. “Robin and Jameson
left but a few moments ago; they deserted us for their club.”
Amelia could not help the sigh of relief that
escaped her. She had not known how to maneuver her mother into
leaving without informing him , nor how she could have
born his company in the tight confines of the carriage had he
decided to leave with them.
He had somehow upset her equilibrium, when no
one since the miscreant had even come close.
She did not want to face him and that
infuriated
unable to decide whether or not she was glad for the desertion. In any
case, she was left alone in the cool night air.
She slowly let out the breath she had been
holding. Dear Lord, the man was capable .
She stared unseeing at the spot he had just
deserted and wondered for the first time if there was indeed something she was
missing.
Jameson slunk back toward the house, slightly
light-headed, careful to keep away from other couples. He had
meant to seduce her senseless, not himself.
Halfway to the house he paused, thinking of
Amelia alone in the night. He had no doubt she would not want to
see him just yet, and if he were honest with himself, he felt
the same. There had been shock and heat in her eyes, but once
her brain started working again... Amelia was not known to pull
her punches, figuratively and literally it seemed, and Jameson
was sure he did not want to hear her thoughts on their kiss. He
doubted greatly she would be overcome with amorous feelings
towards him, and she was not known as the dragon for nothing.
She had a sharp tongue that could turn any man’s entrails into a
sickly mush.
But he could not leave her out here alone. He
sighed, hanging his head doggedly, then turned back. He prayed
he would not meet her on the path, but found her still on the
little bridge, staring down into the water. He hid behind a
bush, watching her, remembering how she fit into his arms,
remembering her mouth . Who knew such a sharp tongue
could give so much pleasure. His thoughts veered toward other
activities her sharp tongue could partake in and he shook his
head to clear it. Perhaps those dunderheads who chased her knew
more than he did after all.
She turned and began heading towards the
house, towards him. The moonlight bathed her face and
she looked... wild-eyed. And uncertain.
Amelia uncertain?
She touched her fingertips to her lips,
tracing them gently, then took a deep breath, squared her
shoulders, and marched back towards the sounds of music and
laughter.
He followed her silently, thinking he had
perhaps seduced her senseless after all.
No doubt she could have removed the silly
grin off of his face with one well-placed word but he followed
her with a bounce in his step and the thought that just maybe he
could win her hand after all.
The dragon did not run away. No matter how
much she might wish to. She slunk back into the ballroom,
heading for the retiring room. She stared into the mirror in
disbelief. That was her ? Those wild eyes, mussed hair,
reddened skin. Good Lord, anyone would take one look at her and
simply know what had transpired in the garden with Jameson. She
felt a budding anger begin at his expense; she doubted very much
he looked as undone as she did. It was simply unfair how the
female bore the consequences of clandestine trysts, especially
when it was always the man’s idea in the first place!
She put herself back together as best she
could, hoping that a judicious use of her fan would hide the
rest. She wound her way to her mother, scaring away any
conversation with a ferocious look, and keeping as far from the
lights as she could.
She found her mother blessedly alone. “May we
cut this night short, Mother? I do not feel myself.”
“You do look peaked. Are you alright?”
“Yes, but I would like to leave.”
Her mother nodded, rising. “Robin and Jameson
left but a few moments ago; they deserted us for their club.”
Amelia could not help the sigh of relief that
escaped her. She had not known how to maneuver her mother into
leaving without informing him , nor how she could have
born his company in the tight confines of the carriage had he
decided to leave with them.
He had somehow upset her equilibrium, when no
one since the miscreant had even come close.
She did not want to face him and that
infuriated
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