Amanda the Governess: The Complete Collection

By C.V. Walter

Amanda the Governess: Robert
Hired to teach the budding genius Patience Woods, Amanda finds herself drawn to her students older half-brother. When the attraction proves to be mutual, they embark on a scorching affair.

Amanda the Governess: Caroline
The last thing Amanda expected when Robert's sister caught her having an affair with her brother was a demand to teach her how to enjoy being with a man. How on earth is she supposed to teach her something like that? Being a governess, Amanda decides to try and find a way, with surprisingly steamy results.

Amanda the Governess: Tug of War
Caroline and Robert have both laid claim to Amanda and they're wearing her out with their demands. Who will win this sexual battle of wills?

Amanda the Governess: Charlotte
Things are shaken up in the Woods household when Mr. Woods proposes sending Patience to school. With her pupil out of the house, Amanda won't have a purpose there. Caroline and Robert are desperate to keep her there but someone else has their eyes on a different prize.

Mrs. Woods wants to keep Patience home and will do anything she can to enlist Amanda's help. Can Amanda add another dance partner? What happens then?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aphrodite's Pearl
• Release date: Jul 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311838285

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Amanda the Governess

The Complete Collection

C.V. Walter

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Aphrodite's Pearl

Copyright © 2017 by C.V. Walter

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Contents

1.Robert

2.Caroline

3.Tug of War

4.Charlotte

About the Author

Robert

N ow, Patience, this is Miss Smith, your new governess, Mrs. Woods said. She was very highly recommended by Lady Boyle and I'm sure you'll get along very well.

The girl, ten years old with blonde hair and round glasses, looked up at the woman introduced to her as Miss Smith. Pleased to meet you, Miss Smith. You're very pretty.

Miss Smith smiled at her. Thank you, Patience, you're very pretty, too. I might be a little biased, though, because we have the same color hair.

Patience blushed and giggled. Has anybody shown you to my parlor? she asked, obviously eager to make a good impression on the lovely woman in front of her.

They haven't and I would be honored of you would consent to be my guide. I understand we will be spending a great deal of time in there. Miss Smith stretched her hand out to the girl and, with a smiling nod from her mother, held her hand as she fairly skipped down the corridor to the room in question.

It was arranged the way the parlors of privileged young girls were often arranged, with a pianoforte in the corner, an easel by the window, a book shelf with all the appropriate books and a desk. The books were well loved, many of them obviously read until they needed repair, many of them likely used by her older half-brother and sister, as well. That everything in the room was well-preserved and several years out of fashion told her much about Mr. and Mrs. Woods, and it spoke well of the family's ability to keep what they earned.

The Woods family had a fortune built on trade and the first Mrs. Woods had worked very hard to conceal that fact. She'd worked very hard to advertise how much money they had but even harder to obscure the means by which it was acquired. That had meant, among other things, good furniture that could withstand the ravages of children and time. The second Mrs. Woods was following in her footsteps and had many reasons to bless her predecessors foresight.

Married more for her looks than her business acumen, the second Mrs. Woods was still very conscious of her family's place in society and she was determined to provide her daughter with every opportunity that her step-children had received. That she was less than a decade older than her oldest step-child must have occasionally crossed her mind. Rumor had it that she was trying to convince her step-daughter to marry, declaring being unwed at eighteen the first step to becoming an old maid. There did not appear to be any malice behind the urge but there were stories about wicked step-mothers for a reason. She had to tread carefully where the step-children were concerned and, as far as Amanda could tell, she was managing that skillfully.

The obvious pride with which Patience was showing her around the parlor that was to be their schoolroom boded well for her job as a governess. Mrs. Woods had told her that her daughter was bright but listening to her prattle on about what she studied outside of her usual work make Amanda think that all she needed was a guiding hand and occasional instruction.

A maid knocked on the door, informing them that Miss Patience's dance instructor had arrived and was waiting for her in the downstairs parlor. Amanda followed them to the parlor to introduce herself and smiled to find she already knew the gentleman in question. Apparently, Mrs. Woods took a lot of referrals from Lady Boyle.

A pleasure to meet you again, Miss Smith, he said, bowing over her hand. Kissing her knuckles gently, he looked up at her and winked. I look forward to renewing our acquaintance.

It will be my pleasure, Master Jensen. I'm very happy to learn that I will be leaving my charge in the best hands.

Miss Patience is a pleasure to teach. She will be grace itself when she's a young lady. Turning to his young student, he held his hand out to her while one of the maids turned on the music machine. The little mechanical orchestra atop the machine took up their instruments and played along with the tinkling melody they were dancing with that day.

Amanda took the opportunity to slip out of the parlor to her rooms. They were across the parlor from Patience's rooms and she was grateful for the privacy. It wasn't every house where a governess could have her own rooms. In some homes, she'd shared with some of the maids or the housekeeper. She hadn't stayed there long, preferring to search out places where she was considered a valuable part of the children's education rather than another servant to keep the children out of the way.

A maid had already hung up everything in the chests she'd left unlocked. She'd tended to be meticulous with the care of her clothes. Not that her wardrobe consisted of more than a few suits and day dresses but it was nice to have her things taken care of. She'd grown up learning how to be a lady. That her circumstances had reduced her to teaching other women's daughters the same skills did not keep her from endeavoring to follow what she knew.

Pulling her key out, she went to the locked chests and started pulling out the things she hadn't wanted to leave to anybody else to put away. Most of the weight had come from books, battered and delicate, that went on the small shelf in the room for such things. The small chest fit inside the medium sized one and she took it out to see if she could fit it under her bed. While it would be perfectly safe in the other chest, it would be more convenient to have it close at hand when she wanted it. When it just barely fit, she smiled and gave in to the impulse to open it and make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.

The well oiled hinges opened without a sound to reveal a dark blue velvet lining and a set of dildos in graduated sizes, carved in a variety of different woods, glossy and smooth to the touch. They'd been a gift from her first lover and were very appreciated in houses when she had to be the very model of propriety for the girls she was instructing. Every now and then, she had the opportunity to entertain a lover but she couldn't count on that being the case with every family she served. With Mrs. Woods' obvious social climbing aspirations, Amanda expected she would be finding more comfort at night with her wooden friends than in the arms of a lover.

Certain everything was in place, she closed the case and