Rand's Story (My untitled Novel in the making)
Chapter 5 – Sparks of a Foreign Emotion
Coming home late, Rand bid his brother
good night at the main hall and started up the stairs to the east wing of his
home. Loosening his cravat, he
unbuttoned the top of his shirt and tugged it open as he strolled into his
room. There, a warm fire was burning in the hearth, caused a soft glow
throughout.
Going to the side table he picked out the
liquor of his choice and poured a class.
He walked to his over-sized chair and plopped lazily in it as he
stretched his long legs toward the fire.
Deep in thought, he studied the color of the low burning fire through
the contents of his glass.
He yawned.
It was a long night of dancing and
practicing ballroom etiquette. An
activity he hadn’t done in three years.
Raising the class to his lips, he
swallowed a much needed drink, reveling in the hot liquid as it crept down his
throat to sooth his lust and relax his body.
His thoughts drifted to Presley Hayward and not for the first time this
evening since they parted company.
He had watched her throughout the evening,
as she was all smiles and very graceful as she danced with other men. He had put his name down for one of the
dances in the last set and discovered when she wasn’t trying to escape a handsy
Earl, she was quite a graceful dancer.
They talked some while they danced, mainly about how the evening was
going, and he was glad to hear that the Earl had given up his conquest and
found another victim.
Their conversation was easy and flowed
very well for them to have just met. The
chemistry was thick between them, he had no doubt she noticed it too. He wanted steal her away again, but as soon
as the dance was over, she was quickly claimed her for her next dance.
As much as he didn’t want to release her
hand or lose her company, he didn’t attempt to go to her again. He already knew where that would lead. He felt her eyes upon him a few times, never
looking away when their eyes met. She
was bold, and extremely willing to experiment it would seem.
That alone could lead to trouble.
Who was she really? Where did she come from?
A frown burred in his brow. He needed to concentrate on Jessie and her
season. It would be best if he just
walked away from Presley Hayward.
However, he was entitled to a little fun
himself this season. It wouldn’t amount
to much. It never did. With a lazy smile crossing his face,
something about this girl caught more than his eye. It wasn’t just her long black curls and
petite, yet curvy frame. It was
something more and it was a bit frightening.
He thought her a beauty with the mask on,
but once he slide it off, it proved to be to his undoing. Her lips where full, pouty, supple,
wet... and extremely inviting. They almost glistened… Quite kissable lips
actually. And kiss her he did.
Presley’s voice was like no others he had
heard before. It was soft, but also
raspy and slightly husky, causing every word she uttered alluring, and
extremely seductive.
Rand liked the feeling of her in his arms
too. She was small, yet firm. She felt perfect. It had been a long time since he had held a
woman in his arm for a waltz. And once
they were in the shadows, her kiss set his body on fire. The rake in him couldn’t help kissing
her. He had tried to resist it, but the
attraction he had felt from her was pulling him and it felt so good, he didn’t
want to fight it.
He wanted her. It was almost painful how much. Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he had
a different reaction to her then with anyone else he had ever known. He wondered if when he saw her at the next
event in Southampton without her mask, and if she would act as bold.