Page 18 of Papa's Desires
“Naughty chair?” the three men said atonce.
Hyacinth broke free from the pile and rushed to Lord Grayson but pulled up short, suddenly shy, in front ofhim.
Behind them the commotion continued and she had to tear her eyes away from Lord Grayson to check on her friends. Miss Wickersham had gone to Garland’s aid, but the two gentlemen had taken a keen interest in Rosie and Daisy. Lord Kensington lifted Daisy from the floor, his hands spanning her slim waist and even Hyacinth could see his hold lingered just a moment too long on her friend’s body. For once, it appeared Daisy was speechless as she stared up into Lord Kensington’s face, a pink blush covering hercheeks.
The man who had accompanied Lord Grayson had gone to Rosie’s rescue, assisting her to stand and then leaning down in a most attentive manner, gazing into her face and whispering words of comfort. Rosie was clearly shaken up by the ordeal as the man brazenly poured a glass from Miss Wickersham’s special decanter and handed it to Rosie. She took a sip and smiled up athim.
“I am curious, miss, about the naughty chair. Can you tell me more about that?” And he took Rosie by the arm and escorted her from the room. He was a bold man,indeed.
Cynny turned her attention back to the man who had just thrown down a fortune for the privilege of marrying her. Her breath came out in shallow gasps and warmth spread throughout her body, particularly between her legs in that achy way she had come to associate with LordGrayson.
“Were you spying on us, Miss Heathrow?” His dark gaze held her inplace.
“Y-yes, LordGrayson.”
The corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. “Well, then, we shall see to your discipline once we aremarried.”
