Frigid Waters (Ladies of Loomcroft) Read Online Free Page A
Author: J.E. Clymer
was sure he'd get his just due.
Chapter 2
Belladonna watched her sixteen year old sister like a hawk from the corner of the room. Deanna moved thru the room with the grace of a butterfly and the pride of a peacock. Men flirted, women envied, Belladonna wished she could strangle the girl.
She was a vivacious flirt who Belladonna couldn't take her eyes off of for a moment. If any of her sisters were likely to ruin themselves, she'd gamble on Deanna being the one to do it. George immediately noticed her watching the girl from the time he entered the room. Belladonna's eyes rarely left the child.
He cringed at the old men flirting with the girl. If she had been his relation, his eyes would have never left her either. The girl had to be barely sixteen. George knew that most men of the ton really preferred that age range, but to him it almost felt like stealing directly out of the cradle.
None the less, his tormentor cared for her. A dance with the young girl would drive the woman insane. Smiling to himself he worked his way thru the crowd and bowed formally to the girl. “Miss Loomcroft, may I have the honor of the next waltz?”
She laughed, “You may.” Turning to the men around her she giggled, “See gentlemen, this is a man with courage. You do not fear that my older sister will bite, do you, Mr. Livery?”
He choked out an “I am rather counting on it, Miss Loomcroft.” He didn't want the idea of her sister biting him to have any appeal, but strangely enough it did. There were a few places he could name that he rather suspected he would enjoy her older sister biting. A fresh flood of frustration seeped into him. He did not wish to fantasize about the cold chit nibbling on him like her favorite fruit tart. He wanted her out of his head.
“May we head to the dance-floor, Miss Loomcroft?” He asked politely. The young girl gave her his hand and he led her to the floor.
He held her at arms length during the waltz, but none the less he could almost feel her sister's eyes burning a hole in him. Towards the end of the dance he glanced over and caught her eyes. For the first time since he met her, he saw real emotion there. She was angry and she was quickly losing the ability to conceal the fact.
Smiling to himself, he knew exactly how to get his revenge in that instant. As he twirled the room with the younger Loomcroft Lady he whispered in her ear, “Miss Loomcroft, would you join me on the terrace?”
She giggled and nodded, just as any child would. He noted that her sister was already moving towards the doors they were exiting as they moved out. He counted to twenty before placing a chaste kiss on the girl's lips. It was the kiss of a brother, not a man. Surely the chit would realize that.
Suddenly fingers dug into his arm. Then he heard her growl. It was a low, husky voice that would drive her husband wild if she had one. “Deana, go get the carriage, we are going home.” She growled at her sister while never looking away from him.
Deanna backed away. Whether from him or from her sister, George couldn't be sure. “You are not my mother.” She started.
Bella locked eyes with her sister. “Go. Get. The. Carriage. Deena.” She said each word so slowly and so low that anyone would have been able to feel the menace in her voice.
Deanna’s eyes widened and she rushed back into the ball. George couldn't help but laugh. For someone who usually appeared so frigid, it was so hard to believe her anger would carry so much heat.
“We really did not do anything,” George started.
She turned on him, breathing hard in her anger. “You and I are going to have a private conversation, Mr. Livery. Meet me in the library in exactly twenty minutes. I am not risking getting caught out here on a terrace with you.” The way she said 'you' told him just how much
Chapter 2
Belladonna watched her sixteen year old sister like a hawk from the corner of the room. Deanna moved thru the room with the grace of a butterfly and the pride of a peacock. Men flirted, women envied, Belladonna wished she could strangle the girl.
She was a vivacious flirt who Belladonna couldn't take her eyes off of for a moment. If any of her sisters were likely to ruin themselves, she'd gamble on Deanna being the one to do it. George immediately noticed her watching the girl from the time he entered the room. Belladonna's eyes rarely left the child.
He cringed at the old men flirting with the girl. If she had been his relation, his eyes would have never left her either. The girl had to be barely sixteen. George knew that most men of the ton really preferred that age range, but to him it almost felt like stealing directly out of the cradle.
None the less, his tormentor cared for her. A dance with the young girl would drive the woman insane. Smiling to himself he worked his way thru the crowd and bowed formally to the girl. “Miss Loomcroft, may I have the honor of the next waltz?”
She laughed, “You may.” Turning to the men around her she giggled, “See gentlemen, this is a man with courage. You do not fear that my older sister will bite, do you, Mr. Livery?”
He choked out an “I am rather counting on it, Miss Loomcroft.” He didn't want the idea of her sister biting him to have any appeal, but strangely enough it did. There were a few places he could name that he rather suspected he would enjoy her older sister biting. A fresh flood of frustration seeped into him. He did not wish to fantasize about the cold chit nibbling on him like her favorite fruit tart. He wanted her out of his head.
“May we head to the dance-floor, Miss Loomcroft?” He asked politely. The young girl gave her his hand and he led her to the floor.
He held her at arms length during the waltz, but none the less he could almost feel her sister's eyes burning a hole in him. Towards the end of the dance he glanced over and caught her eyes. For the first time since he met her, he saw real emotion there. She was angry and she was quickly losing the ability to conceal the fact.
Smiling to himself, he knew exactly how to get his revenge in that instant. As he twirled the room with the younger Loomcroft Lady he whispered in her ear, “Miss Loomcroft, would you join me on the terrace?”
She giggled and nodded, just as any child would. He noted that her sister was already moving towards the doors they were exiting as they moved out. He counted to twenty before placing a chaste kiss on the girl's lips. It was the kiss of a brother, not a man. Surely the chit would realize that.
Suddenly fingers dug into his arm. Then he heard her growl. It was a low, husky voice that would drive her husband wild if she had one. “Deana, go get the carriage, we are going home.” She growled at her sister while never looking away from him.
Deanna backed away. Whether from him or from her sister, George couldn't be sure. “You are not my mother.” She started.
Bella locked eyes with her sister. “Go. Get. The. Carriage. Deena.” She said each word so slowly and so low that anyone would have been able to feel the menace in her voice.
Deanna’s eyes widened and she rushed back into the ball. George couldn't help but laugh. For someone who usually appeared so frigid, it was so hard to believe her anger would carry so much heat.
“We really did not do anything,” George started.
She turned on him, breathing hard in her anger. “You and I are going to have a private conversation, Mr. Livery. Meet me in the library in exactly twenty minutes. I am not risking getting caught out here on a terrace with you.” The way she said 'you' told him just how much
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