Page 32 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
“Try to stand, see if you can manage the pain,” Miss Justina said.
Helena shook her head. She had already tried. She couldn’t manage the pain. The ankle was swelling rapidly. It felt soft and ginger to touch now.
“Just get Mr Booth, let me go home,” Helena told Miss Justina.
She was greatly pained. She wanted to attend the ball, but this unfortunate event chose to occur now.
How could I have been so careless?
She looked at the ground on which she had stepped and saw the broken branch rested beside her. Helena picked it and whipped it with force into a surrounding shrub, drawing some furtive glances from a passing steward.
“Should I have thrown it at you?” she said to him, causing him to place his focus on where he was going.
Helena was frustrated.
“Go and get the driver, Justina,” she said again to her reluctant maid.
“There might not be a need for that.”
Helena turned her neck to look at the person who said that. She recognised the voice, but she needed confirmation.
It was Dr Frederick. He was bent beside her and smiling. Helena felt the intensity in those boring eyes and felt instantly safer. Dr Frederick was here.
It’s going to be alright.
Helena managed to smile despite the pain in her ankle.
“You came,” she said.
“Yes, and thank God I did. It much seems like you need me.”
Chapter 7
Tempted
Miss Helena smiled when she saw him. Dr Frederick couldn’t tell which was brighter, her snowy white dress or her dazzling teeth. He had arrived just behind her friend’s landau and had seen them embrace. Miss Helena was breathtaking today. Her white skin fit the dress like a continuation and the red punctuations at her lips and with the brooch were a trigger to more than sober thoughts. When the tall man bent to kiss her hand, Dr Frederick felt bile rise in his throat. He checked himself.
Why do you get vexed for a lady who you have no claim to?
Thoughts of her had waned in intensity over the last few days as he got more entrenched in his work.
But when they come, I swear I can almost smell her scent.
Her gown was full at the chest, completely filled out by heavy bust. Dr Frederick wished he could just be with her, alone in the entire compound. His sleeping member arose, nudging itself to life and hardness as his thoughts took him where his hands could not. Her breasts would be white, even whiter than her exposed skin. He imagined the softness of her nipples in his mouth, the tender meatiness if he dragged on it between his lips. His hands would travel up her thighs, uniting at their confluence, meeting an eager spring of warm wetness. His lips would capture hers, threatening to drain the red dye in them with persistent sucks.
Why such erotic thoughts about a woman who has been nothing but civil? I didn’t even think like this when I treated that doxy for the clap two months ago.
Dr Frederick pushed away uncivilised sensual thoughts when the fall happened. He had seen it happen. She didn’t watch where she stepped. It seemed she was too eager to catch up to her friends that when her shoe got hooked in the arm of the branch, she still tried to take another step. He was walking towards her when she tried standing again.
She shouldn’t have done that. It would only cause more inflammation if there was a tear there that had not been treated. Now the ankle was swollen and rapidly turning purple. Dr Frederick shook his head.
“Why do you shake your head?” Helena asked.
Her eyes met his gaze, no quaver, no shake. It was like he was under scrutiny.
God must have purposely given her eyes such a bland, unobtrusive colour. If she had dark eyes, men would shiver as she bored into their souls.
“If I had been here any sooner, I would have advised you against trying to stand up. It might have further ruptured the ankle.”
