Her chemise.
Set this stage box a-rocking. Really give the guests a show they’d never forget.
She kept wriggling her luscious arse against his cock.
In the velvety darkness.
With her elbows braced against the wall.
She drove him raving, barking mad.
They’d have to lock him up if she didn’t stop wriggling.
He couldn’t see her face in the dark. But he knew her eyes were the same color as the velvet curtains.
He knew she made small moaning sounds when he kissed her.
A wave of longing swamped his senses. He’d been a fool to think he could starve it away by throwing himself into his work and staying away from the house.
It didn’t matter if she was halfway across London, standing on a stage, or in his arms.
He wanted to lay his heart at her hem.
Offer his fealty.
There was a knocking sound upon the stage wall.
They both froze.
“Edgar? Are you in there?”
Chapter 19
Mari’s heart stopped beating.
They’d been caught. There would be a scandal. She would lose her post.
Oh my God, what had she been thinking?
She wasn’t a scandalous goddess-queen, she was a governess, who needed her salary and her post.
India stuck her head inside the curtain. “Lady Blanche is gone,” she began and then stopped. “Ah... should I come back later?”
“Very funny. Help us,” said Edgar. “This blasted necklace is tangled in everything.”
India laughed, stepping through the curtain. “My, my, this tableau certainly took an unexpected turn.”
Mari began to breathe again. Perhaps there didn’t have to be a scandal. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Wait a moment, I’ll fetch down one of the lamps,” said India.
She disappeared.
“Well that was a close call,” said Mari with an attempt at a lighthearted laugh.
“Mari, I want you to know that—”
Whatever he’d been about to say was lost, as India slipped back inside, holding a gas lamp. She handed it to Edgar, who held it aloft with his free hand, while India worked on extricating Mari’s hair from the necklace.