His Lady Mistress

Chapter FourThree days later Max left the breakfast parlour in a thoroughlydisgusted frame of mind. Lord, what on earth possessedhim to remain at this house party? If he had to enduremuch more inane conversation and blatant toadying, he waslikely to brain someone. Probably that simpering chit, Celia.Thank God the wench was too self-indulgent to appear forbreakfast. No doubt she sipped weak tea off a tray in herbedchamber and made some housemaid’s life a living hell.Like Selina. He gritted his teeth. He’d not seen her sincethe night he went to her bedchamber. Plainly she meant herrefusal and had taken pains to avoid him. He should forgether, return to town. But the thought of that cur, Godfrey,forcing himself on the girl... Max found his shoulders growingtense and his fists clenching. So he’d put off his departuretime and again, telling himself that while he remained shewas safe and hoping to see her so that he could ask again,persuade her with a few more gentle kisses. His body achedat the memory of her mouth opening shyly under his, thesmall, shocked gasp as he tasted her deeply and caressed thetender breasts pressing against him...He was just as shabby as Mr Faringdon, his conscienceinformed him. Why shabby? he argued. If Faringdon’s been