think I’ll rest a bit.”
“I’ll keep my grandmother company,” Sophie said.
“Nonsense, my dear,” Eugenie exclaimed. “I know you enjoy art.”
“Oh come, mademoiselle . It is only one flight of stairs. Surely that won’t fatigue you,” Sebastian teased. He enjoyed watching Sophie struggle to retain her composure.
Sophie clenched her teeth as she watched her grandmother settle onto the couch while Leila looked for the perfect sheet of music to perform. Dorset and Etienne were helping themselves to brandy and no one seemed at all concerned about the couple disappearing.
“Certainly,” she said with a smile, following Sebastian out into the hallway and closing the door behind them.
Once they were alone, Sophie’s smile disappeared.
“Alone again,” he said, reminding her of when she had said she would never be caught in such a situation again.
“If you would behave as a gentleman should, I would have no fear of being alone with you,” came Sophie’s tart reply.
“I don’t know you well at all, Mademoiselle Sophie. But I doubt you fear much and I absolutely am certain you don’t fear me,” Sebastian returned.
Sophie eyed the handsome man before her. He was wrong. She did fear him. She feared what she felt in his arms and she didn’t like losing herself when she was with him. He clouded her thoughts and it was upsetting to her.
“It is upstairs,” he directed following her up the great curving staircase and admiring the view as he went. The second floor was dominated by a long hallway filled with paintings on both sides of the walls.
Though the hallway was decorated with artworks of all shapes and sizes, Sebastian directed her further, saying, “First door on your right.”
She entered a large room and saw a fireplace burning low inside the dark room, which was dominated by a large four-poster bed.
“’No’ means nothing at all to you, does it?” Sophie turned to him, outraged at his suggestion. “Should I pull up my skirts and we have at it?”
He almost laughed, and would have if the vision of Sophie half naked before him didn’t almost send him over the edge of actually doing what she suggested. He could imagine flinging her onto the bed and pulling up her skirts. She would probably have deliciously feminine garters with flowers holding up her stockings and he would want to see her in them and nothing else.
“What must you think of me, Mademoiselle Sophie? Do you think I’m going to ravish you whilst your grandmother, my sister and friends are downstairs?”
Sophie blushed deeply. “Of— Of course not.”
“Not that I don’t imagine pressing up your skirts to see what delicious secrets lie between your thighs,” he said lowly, pressing her against one large wooden bedpost.
“You’re indecent,” Sophie gasped.
“And you’re heavenly.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“You seem to always think I’m touching you when I’m not,” Sebastian mused. “Perhaps you want my hands on you.”
Sophie’s breathing was shallow and she hated the corsets for constricting her so. Sebastian watched her breasts fall over the neckline and ached so badly to kiss her.
“No, monsieur . I don’t. What I want is for you to maintain your distance and behave properly.”
He pondered her for a moment and then spoke. “Look on the other side of the room.”
“Why?” she asked warily.
“Just do it.”
Sophie moved away from him, keeping an eye on him as she walked along the bed to the far side of the room. When she made her way to the other side of the room, which had been shielded by the four-poster bed’s canopy, she made a breathy sigh of awe.
On the far side of the room was a breathtakingly beautiful portrait with a tree in the far left side of the painting and a harbor dominating the scene, with a beautiful yellow and grey sky.
“It’s exquisite,” she said softly.
“It is,” Sebastian agreed as he joined her.
“Who painted it?”
“Claude Joseph Vernet. It is
“I’ll keep my grandmother company,” Sophie said.
“Nonsense, my dear,” Eugenie exclaimed. “I know you enjoy art.”
“Oh come, mademoiselle . It is only one flight of stairs. Surely that won’t fatigue you,” Sebastian teased. He enjoyed watching Sophie struggle to retain her composure.
Sophie clenched her teeth as she watched her grandmother settle onto the couch while Leila looked for the perfect sheet of music to perform. Dorset and Etienne were helping themselves to brandy and no one seemed at all concerned about the couple disappearing.
“Certainly,” she said with a smile, following Sebastian out into the hallway and closing the door behind them.
Once they were alone, Sophie’s smile disappeared.
“Alone again,” he said, reminding her of when she had said she would never be caught in such a situation again.
“If you would behave as a gentleman should, I would have no fear of being alone with you,” came Sophie’s tart reply.
“I don’t know you well at all, Mademoiselle Sophie. But I doubt you fear much and I absolutely am certain you don’t fear me,” Sebastian returned.
Sophie eyed the handsome man before her. He was wrong. She did fear him. She feared what she felt in his arms and she didn’t like losing herself when she was with him. He clouded her thoughts and it was upsetting to her.
“It is upstairs,” he directed following her up the great curving staircase and admiring the view as he went. The second floor was dominated by a long hallway filled with paintings on both sides of the walls.
Though the hallway was decorated with artworks of all shapes and sizes, Sebastian directed her further, saying, “First door on your right.”
She entered a large room and saw a fireplace burning low inside the dark room, which was dominated by a large four-poster bed.
“’No’ means nothing at all to you, does it?” Sophie turned to him, outraged at his suggestion. “Should I pull up my skirts and we have at it?”
He almost laughed, and would have if the vision of Sophie half naked before him didn’t almost send him over the edge of actually doing what she suggested. He could imagine flinging her onto the bed and pulling up her skirts. She would probably have deliciously feminine garters with flowers holding up her stockings and he would want to see her in them and nothing else.
“What must you think of me, Mademoiselle Sophie? Do you think I’m going to ravish you whilst your grandmother, my sister and friends are downstairs?”
Sophie blushed deeply. “Of— Of course not.”
“Not that I don’t imagine pressing up your skirts to see what delicious secrets lie between your thighs,” he said lowly, pressing her against one large wooden bedpost.
“You’re indecent,” Sophie gasped.
“And you’re heavenly.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“You seem to always think I’m touching you when I’m not,” Sebastian mused. “Perhaps you want my hands on you.”
Sophie’s breathing was shallow and she hated the corsets for constricting her so. Sebastian watched her breasts fall over the neckline and ached so badly to kiss her.
“No, monsieur . I don’t. What I want is for you to maintain your distance and behave properly.”
He pondered her for a moment and then spoke. “Look on the other side of the room.”
“Why?” she asked warily.
“Just do it.”
Sophie moved away from him, keeping an eye on him as she walked along the bed to the far side of the room. When she made her way to the other side of the room, which had been shielded by the four-poster bed’s canopy, she made a breathy sigh of awe.
On the far side of the room was a breathtakingly beautiful portrait with a tree in the far left side of the painting and a harbor dominating the scene, with a beautiful yellow and grey sky.
“It’s exquisite,” she said softly.
“It is,” Sebastian agreed as he joined her.
“Who painted it?”
“Claude Joseph Vernet. It is
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