Unconventional Suitors 01 - Her Unconventional Suitor by Ginny Hartman Page A
Authors: Ginny Hartman
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herself to the lovely Miss Graham. It was easy to see why Lord Danford would prefer the girl to her.
As soon as Sarah had plaited her hair and tied it off with a ribbon, Gillian excused the girl. She crawled into her bed and pulled her coverpane, the color of a robin’s egg, up to her chin and sighed. Why did it matter if Lord Danford preferred Miss Graham to her? He wasn’t exactly the type of gentleman she wanted courting her, and her mother certainly did not like the unfashionable earl paying her any mind. But though logic said one thing, her heart said another.
Gillian thought once more to the kiss they had shared in the library. The thought of Lord Danford kissing Miss Graham filled her with an unreasonable amount of jealousy. It wasn’t fair to think that she could spend her days kissing the lusty earl while Gillian was stuck facing a future with nothing but Lord Evander’s passionless kisses to occupy her.
Gillian flung herself onto her back and stared up at the canopy above. Maybe she just needed to kiss the right man. But realistically she knew that she couldn’t very well go around London kissing any willing gentleman in hopes of recreating what she experienced with Lord Danford. She’d be labeled a wanton for sure. The conundrum she was in vexed her nearly as much as Lord Danford himself. One thing was for certain, the man’s kisses had the power to stir a lady’s feelings into an uproar.
Perhaps, Gillian thought hopefully, Miss Graham had yet to experience one of his earth-shattering kisses. She sat up suddenly in her bed, swinging her legs over the side of the mattress. She was overcome with a desire to warn Miss Graham of the danger Lord Danford could cause and quickly made her way to her writing desk.
Pulling a piece of parchment from the drawer, she took her quill and dipped it in to a pot of ink and began writing furiously: Miss Graham-
I hope you do not find me forward in writing you this letter, but I feel compelled to warn you of impending danger before it is too late. The Earl of Danford is not what he seems, and I do not wish to see your emotions toyed with if you continue your association with the man. I urge you to disassociate with the earl at once, if you do not wish to experience any inevitably perplexing situations that will no doubt leave you feeling confused and ashamed.
Sincerely a concerned friend,
Lady Gillian
Gillian sprinkled some sand across the paper to dry the ink, then gently brushed it off before folding the parchment into thirds. She would have the letter delivered first thing in the morning. Perhaps her warning would reach Miss Graham before it was too late.
Chapter 11
“It would seem that our plan may already be working.”
“What do you mean?” Benedict asked Miss Graham as she sat next to him on the settee in his drawing room.
She undid the drawstring on her reticule and promptly procured a folded piece of parchment. “She sent me this,” she said as she thrust the missive towards him.
Benedict anxiously took the letter and unfolded it. His eyes scanned the contents quickly before letting out a loud guffaw. “She sent you this?” he asked with amusement, unsure if he could truly believe that the words had indeed been penned by Lady Gillian herself.
“I certainly didn’t write it,” she snapped, somewhat annoyed by his doubt. “I received it just this morning. Perhaps seeing us together at the Theatre Royal has already begun to make her jealous.”
Benedict glanced back to the letter in his hands. “This letter does not make her sound jealous; it makes it sound like she thinks me the worst sort of cad.”
“Have you done something to give her that impression?” Miss Graham asked bluntly.
Perhaps he had, he thought, but he wasn’t about to admit that to her. Ignoring her question he asked, “The real question is, what are we going to do now?”
“Well despite what you may have done to offend the lady, I am certain that this letter proves she
As soon as Sarah had plaited her hair and tied it off with a ribbon, Gillian excused the girl. She crawled into her bed and pulled her coverpane, the color of a robin’s egg, up to her chin and sighed. Why did it matter if Lord Danford preferred Miss Graham to her? He wasn’t exactly the type of gentleman she wanted courting her, and her mother certainly did not like the unfashionable earl paying her any mind. But though logic said one thing, her heart said another.
Gillian thought once more to the kiss they had shared in the library. The thought of Lord Danford kissing Miss Graham filled her with an unreasonable amount of jealousy. It wasn’t fair to think that she could spend her days kissing the lusty earl while Gillian was stuck facing a future with nothing but Lord Evander’s passionless kisses to occupy her.
Gillian flung herself onto her back and stared up at the canopy above. Maybe she just needed to kiss the right man. But realistically she knew that she couldn’t very well go around London kissing any willing gentleman in hopes of recreating what she experienced with Lord Danford. She’d be labeled a wanton for sure. The conundrum she was in vexed her nearly as much as Lord Danford himself. One thing was for certain, the man’s kisses had the power to stir a lady’s feelings into an uproar.
Perhaps, Gillian thought hopefully, Miss Graham had yet to experience one of his earth-shattering kisses. She sat up suddenly in her bed, swinging her legs over the side of the mattress. She was overcome with a desire to warn Miss Graham of the danger Lord Danford could cause and quickly made her way to her writing desk.
Pulling a piece of parchment from the drawer, she took her quill and dipped it in to a pot of ink and began writing furiously: Miss Graham-
I hope you do not find me forward in writing you this letter, but I feel compelled to warn you of impending danger before it is too late. The Earl of Danford is not what he seems, and I do not wish to see your emotions toyed with if you continue your association with the man. I urge you to disassociate with the earl at once, if you do not wish to experience any inevitably perplexing situations that will no doubt leave you feeling confused and ashamed.
Sincerely a concerned friend,
Lady Gillian
Gillian sprinkled some sand across the paper to dry the ink, then gently brushed it off before folding the parchment into thirds. She would have the letter delivered first thing in the morning. Perhaps her warning would reach Miss Graham before it was too late.
Chapter 11
“It would seem that our plan may already be working.”
“What do you mean?” Benedict asked Miss Graham as she sat next to him on the settee in his drawing room.
She undid the drawstring on her reticule and promptly procured a folded piece of parchment. “She sent me this,” she said as she thrust the missive towards him.
Benedict anxiously took the letter and unfolded it. His eyes scanned the contents quickly before letting out a loud guffaw. “She sent you this?” he asked with amusement, unsure if he could truly believe that the words had indeed been penned by Lady Gillian herself.
“I certainly didn’t write it,” she snapped, somewhat annoyed by his doubt. “I received it just this morning. Perhaps seeing us together at the Theatre Royal has already begun to make her jealous.”
Benedict glanced back to the letter in his hands. “This letter does not make her sound jealous; it makes it sound like she thinks me the worst sort of cad.”
“Have you done something to give her that impression?” Miss Graham asked bluntly.
Perhaps he had, he thought, but he wasn’t about to admit that to her. Ignoring her question he asked, “The real question is, what are we going to do now?”
“Well despite what you may have done to offend the lady, I am certain that this letter proves she
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