The Lady's Companion (Regency Erotic Romance)

By Lucinda Brazon

When penniless, orphaned Alice Cayne answers an advertisement for a Lady’s Companion, she foresees a dreary job making tea and playing bezique with an old woman for the rest of her miserable life.

To her surprise, she is instead offered a job as companion to the seductive Lady Katherine, who grooms Alice for use at her infamous parties. In this world of decadence and unashamed sex, Alice begins to yearn for independence – and for Lord George Holt, whose raw sex appeal sets her heart and her pussy on fire.

Can a humble lady’s companion ever choose her own destiny? Well, if that destiny is having George in her bed now and forever, then Alice is certainly going to try...

17,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucinda Brazon
• Release date: Jul 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301236244

Lucinda Brazon

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The Lady’s Companion

London, 1815

Chapter One

Lady’s Companion Wanted. Must be young and well-presented. Experience essential.

Alice Cayne’s eye stopped at the small advertisement, placed so far down the page as to be invisible to the casual glance.

Certainly there was nothing much out of the ordinary about this simple square box with its three lines and an address, but Alice found herself reading and re-reading it, intrigued in a way which was curiously out of proportion. There were hundreds of other advertisements for companions, so why was she drawn so strongly to this one?

Nonsense, she thought. With a situation as desperate as hers, any offer of employment would be attractive. Exactly one week ago her ex-companion, old Lady Kitts, had died and left Alice without employment.

And in five short days, without a home.

Anxiously pulling two of the painfully constrictive hairpins from her thick, dark brown hair, Alice regarded the chaos of what used to be her room. Its print wallpaper and thick carpet made it cosy enough, but it was situated awkwardly at the front of the house, catching all the noise from the constant hooves and footfalls in the busy London street below. Not to mention the fact that the fireplace smoked in winter and the stuffy airlessness was oppressive in the heat of summer.

Like now, thought Alice as she felt a bead of sweat roll down the nape of her neck and soak into the stiffly starched lace on the collar of her sensible steel-grey taffeta gown. The lace had been a frivolity, purchased at the market when the smile of the rough man working on the stall was enough to set her pulse racing and sufficiently addle her into parting with a shilling.

Her next appointment, she vowed, would be better. Of course she had not actually disliked her old mistress – Lady Kitts had been a fair employer and the work had not exactly been difficult. A little reading, a little conversation; perhaps a game of bezique on a rainy winter’s afternoon when the minutes passing on the old grandfather clock seemed like hours.

Really, what more could a woman of twenty-two years and no fortune reasonably expect from life? When her parents had died, leaving her only one hundred pounds and no property, the young Alice had faced a stark choice of exactly three options: governess, teacher or lady’s companion.

Starvation was, of course, the unspoken fourth option: times were hard and the spectre of the workhouse lurked perpetually around the corner. So when an old schoolfriend had introduced her to Lady Kitts, her fate seemed to seal itself.

And yet she yearned for something more. An existence filled with more than sitting in a dusty room with an equally dusty old lady, listening to stories about the past. Sometimes she had been so bored that she could have screamed, sitting in her customary stiff-backed chair with her young, restless body pulsing with life.

It hardly needed to be stated that she had not come into contact with a single eligible man whilst in the service of Lady Kitts. Nor could she reasonably expect to – girls of her maddeningly average social standing could hardly marry a wealthy or a working man. Marriage was out of the question for her, she knew.

But that did not stop her dreaming. Fantasising. It seemed so unfair that her body would wither and lose all its youthful lustre without ever enjoying the attentions of an eager pair of hands.

Or more than just hands. Tongues. Eyes. And most thrilling and illicit of all, the urgent hardness of a man’s cock pressing between her thighs…

Focus, Alice told herself sharply. Slipping into the familiar fantasy would solve neither her imminent homelessness nor her pressing lack of money.

She scrutinized the advertisement again. Perhaps it would offer nothing more than the same dreary routine or perhaps it would not; but in either case action was imperative.

Pausing with the journal in her hand, Alice briefly considered the best course of action. Word of mouth had brought her into contact with Lady Kitts, and she had never taken another job since leaving her austere boarding school in Yorkshire at the tender age of sixteen.

Should she reply by post, or personal call?

Personal call. This was a personal job, was it not? Very well; she would go and present herself this very