Page 46 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
“Please feed His Grace only fluids from now.”
The Duchess nodded then looked to Roman.
“You heard that,” she said.
“Yes, Your Grace,” the steward replied.
Dr Frederick walked to the first door and pushed it open. He looked back and nodded once again before going down the flight of stairs. When he got to the bottom, he followed the corridor the way he came, looking outside the window as he went. There were still a lot of coaches in the compound. It was either the ball wasn’t nearly over or the attendees were enjoying themselves so well that they were reluctant to go home.
Well, I am going home. My research awaits me.
Dr Frederick was about to go down the flight of stairs outside when he remembered Miss Helena.
“Let me check her leg before I go.”
His soliloquy felt empty because he knew it wasn’t her leg he wanted to see. It was her. He wanted to see her face. He wanted her to make his blood race again, to make him feel heady. He wanted to get another glimpse at her cleavage and the clean whiteness of sacred covered skin. He wanted to feel her skin under his and fuel his raunchy desires.
This is so unprofessional.
He still went to see her. His instinctive need to see her once again defeated the coached thinking that held him back. He entered the hall and looked around for her or any of her friends.
He saw the tall Prince at one corner of the hall, conversing animatedly with the twins.
More like listening as they spoke animatedly. He listens a lot.
They were beside a group of young women. He saw the black bands of Miss Justina’s dress. There were two other women surrounding another woman sitting down. Dr Frederick guessed it would be Miss Helena sitting down. He walked to them. Lady Lavinia saw him first, when he was already upon them.
“Dr Frederick!”
He smiled as the women opened up for him to see Miss Helena. Miss Helena smiled broadly. Her eyes lit up, and Dr Frederick felt satisfaction balm his heart.
I can go home now.
“We just spoke about you. I thought you had left. You never seemed to be one for socialising,” Miss Helena said.
Dr Frederick looked to the faces of the other women. There was a woman he didn’t recognise. The woman had a dress with a huge dip at her cleavage. There was so much exposed skin at her bust that Dr Frederick felt uncomfortable looking at her.
“I’m not. I didn’t even get to do any socialising in fact. I had to attend to someone inside the house,” he replied to Miss Helena.
Her eyes became more serious for a passing moment. She opened her mouth as if to say something, ask something then closed it.
“Well, thank goodness you came, this nitwit pressed on the ankle,” Miss Helena said, looking and referring to the smiling Miss Justina.
“No worries,” Dr Frederick said.
He bent and lifted the ankle up. Her skirt kicked up, and he glimpsed unending white skin going up into her dress. Doctor Frederick, for fear of his eyes betraying him, focused on her ankle. His member rose up stubbornly, standing stiff like a King’s sceptre. There was a faint rush in his ears.
The ankle had greatly reduced in size, although still swollen as compared to normal. He poked gently at it with no reaction from Miss Helena. He looked at her, and she was also peering down at him, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure she saw him.
“Miss Helena,” he muttered in low tones but enough so only she heard him.
She didn’t.
“Miss Helena,” he said louder this time.
“Yes, Doctor,” she replied snappily, bringing herself back from being lost in thought.
He dropped her foot.
