In His Lordship's Bed
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A Novella from The Wedding Chase Anthology
In a twist of fate, an innocent young lady and a handsome rogue were caught in bed together. But before their unavoidable marriage could begin, they found themselves facing an altogether unexpected challenge ... love!
Kasey Michaels
USA TODAY bestselling author Kasey Michaels is the author of more than one hundred books. She has earned four starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and has won an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award and several other commendations for her contemporary and historical novels. Kasey resides with her family in Pennsylvania. Readers may contact Kasey via her website at www.KaseyMichaels.com and find her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorKaseyMichaels.
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In His Lordship's Bed - Kasey Michaels
A LETTER OF INTRODUCTION
Dear Reader,
My name is Eleanor Olgesby, and please excuse me if I’m not at my best, for, to be frank about the thing, I am not in the best of moods.
There are a myriad of reasons for this descent into the doldrums, beginning with the fact that my sister, Francesca, has married the most cheeseparing man in creation. Not only have I had to leave London in the middle of my first Season (so much cheaper to order about a sister-in-law rather than hire a maid, you see) to escort her to her husband’s country home now that she is nearing the day when she’ll bring the man’s first heir into the world, but I also have had to share a badly sprung rented carriage with that complaining woman, as well as a single bedchamber at a most inferior inn.
Hmm…from the sound of this, one might think I am a hideously spoiled young woman, wealthy beyond her dreams, but that is not the case. I just enjoy crisp, dry sheets and my own bed without Francesca’s freezing toes in it, thank you very much.
Not that I could hope to have a moment’s rest from Francesca’s incessant whining that I be at her beck and call all day, and definitely all night. Now the widgeon has demanded the tin of sugarplums sitting inside the carriage, and here I am, outside in a muddy inn yard after midnight, my feet freezing inside these thin slippers, stumbling around in the dark with a tin of sugarplums and a guttering candle.
All I want is to get back into bed and please, please, have a few hours of rest. Goodness, it’s dark inside this inn. The innkeeper must share Walter’s cheeseparing ways—and there goes the candle! Pfftt! And I’ve stubbed my toe, and—oh, wait, here’s the door to our room. It must be our room; I’ve counted down three doors. I’m sure I have.
Ah, she’s asleep. Well, good, even if I am standing here with the sugarplums she no longer wants. And she’s warm, too. I’ll just snuggle against her, back to back, and drift into dreamland….
1
Eleanor Oglesby could be a dreamer.
She could dream about palaces and princes, fairy godmothers and magic spells.
She could lose herself in a fantasy and forget that the real world existed.
Sometimes.
But not, alas, today.
Today, Eleanor Oglesby was most reluctantly being driven away from London at the height of the Season, trapped inside a badly sprung rented coach, forced to attend her older sister, who was traveling to her husband’s ancestral home for her coming confinement because she Couldn’t bear, just couldn’t bear it if the infant arrived early and Walter missed the birth.
At least Francesca would come out of that confinement
with a brand new son or daughter— No, definitely a son. Walter Fiske had decreed it, and so it therefore must be.
Eleanor, on the other hand, would merely be released from her own confinement
just in time for the King’s birthday, the end of the Season, and yet another coach trip back to her ancestral home.
Not that Eleanor didn’t love her sister, or babies, for that matter—but she definitely was not enamored of the top-lofty and rather bossy Walter. And not that the Season had been running along that smoothly, seeing that Eleanor was petite, brunette and brown-eyed, and the favor this Season ran to tall, blond and blue-eyed.
She was not in fashion, and the saddest part was knowing that gentlemen she might have otherwise considered handsome and appealing were all competing like fools for the honor of drooling on the shoe tops of all the tall, blond, blue-eyed debutantes, just because they were in fashion. Half of these females giggled and the rest could be dumb as red-bricks. But fashion was fashion. That knowledge had not only depressed Eleanor, it had depressed her admiration for the supposed smarter sex.
Still, she liked London. Adored London, in fact. And this was to have been her first Season. Wasn’t it just like Francesca to pick now to give silly Walter Fiske his heir? She might even have done it on purpose, counted out the months on her fingertips—Francesca had never been accomplished at sums—just to be sure she would be delivering that heir smack in the middle of Eleanor’s first Season.
Francesca could be like that.
With their mother long dead, it had naturally fallen to Francesca to take over the rearing of Eleanor, four years her junior. The secret pinches, tickles and nasty remarks Francesca had employed to torment her sister for this added burden were still not quite a distant memory.
But they had both grown up, eventually. Francesca, now three and twenty, had been married for two years. And those two years, which Eleanor had spent alone with her father in Kent, had probably been the happiest of her life.
That was because her father was hunt mad, and mad for fishing, for billiards and for gallons of port shared with male friends—all of which kept him away from their home for months on end, leaving Eleanor to her own devices.
But she had to be chaperoned for the Season. Oh, yes, quite definitely, and a woman must monitor her wardrobe, her hair, her deportment. Some man of sense must vet all of her invitations so that the fool child wouldn’t innocently accept an invitation to stroll the Dark Walk at Vauxhall, or to attend some risqué masquerade where disguised ladies of the evening mingled with the ton.
Who better, their father had said before haring off to Scotland, to take his dear Eleanor in hand than his so-sensible Francesca and her fine, upstanding husband? Which had brought Eleanor and Francesca back together again, neither of them exactly overjoyed by either the prospect or the reality.
So Eleanor had been tutored in the dance, her manners had been frowned over, much to her frequent embarrassment, and she and Francesca and the ever frugal Walter had been installed in the Oglesby town house in Mayfair, Eleanor champing at the bit to be out and about, and Francesca repeatedly complained about her altered shape, her swollen ankles and the fact that her dearest Walter had been unexpectedly summoned to his father’s estate because of something to do with poor field drainage.
Since Walter had deserted the theoretical ship, it had been left to Eleanor to do the entirety of the care and feeding of Francesca. Francesca, who quite obviously believed herself to be the first woman on earth to give birth, stated— again, repeatedly—that Eleanor owed
her for the years she had helped raise such a wild, contrary and perpetually ungrateful brat.
Does this mean I get to pinch you when nobody is looking, then say I have no idea why you’re crying?
Eleanor had asked with her sweetest smile.
Francesca hadn’t spoken to her for three days, which had suited Eleanor straight down to the ground.
But now Francesca was speaking to her again. Repeatedly. Incessantly. The hair-witted woman never shut up!
Even as they rattled and bounced their way through the countryside in Walter’s idea of a fine, closed carriage,
Francesca was running her tongue nineteen to the dozen, when all Eleanor could do was close her eyes and hope her stringy mutton stew partaken of three hours earlier at a most inferior inn wouldn’t come rushing back up for an encore.
You will, of course, defer in all things to me, Eleanor, while we’re at Fiske Hall, and during the worst hours of my confinement, to Mrs. Thistle-down, who has been with the family for eons, and brooks no nonsense from flighty young girls, let me tell you.
Yes, Francesca,
Eleanor said, then bit her lips together, because the mutton was knocking on the back of her teeth.
"And you will not refer to Walter as ‘Fiske-the tight-fist’ behind his back, the way I heard you muttering under your breath last week when Walter forwarded our travel arrangements to us.