Glorious Angel (10 page)

It took Angela a few seconds for her eyes to become adjusted to the dim lighting in the foyer, but she could see clearly into the room off the foyer that was brightly lit and filled with men and expensively dressed women sitting around large tables. This was a gambling house! Smoke floated out of the wide double doors, and the sound of laughter, groaning, shouting, and swearing mingled together. She saw that the foyer and the room beyond had dark red walls, with lewd pictures covering them.

The man behind Angela startled her when he began removing her cape. “Since you ain’t escorted, you must be the new girl Henry promised to send over. Hey Peter!” he called out. “Go tell Maudie the new girl is here. You better give me your jacket too, honey. It’s nice and warm in here and we don’t want to hide the goods. You’re sure a fancy dresser, but you ain’t much for words. Come on, Maudie’s waiting.”

Angela was speechless. What new girl was she supposed to be? She should explain, but the man was pulling her along behind him. He entered a room across from where the gamblers were winning and losing fortunes, and left her without saying any more.

The room was large, and filled with women dressed in bright silks and satins, and lounging on plush velvet sofas. Even the walls were velvet. There was a fancy staircase in the back of the room, and here Angela saw Bradford on his way up the stairs, a pretty redhead on his arm. He saw her too and suddenly stopped. Her heart seemed to stop and her palms began to sweat. Did he recognize her after all this time?

“Hey, Maudie, I’ve changed my mind,” Bradford said. “I’ll take that new girl.”

Maudie looked in Angela’s direction and then smiled up at Bradford. “New is right, gent. That one will cost you extra.”

“Hell!” Bradford grumbled. “I’ve already lost a damn fortune at your tables, so have a little pity.”

“Sorry, gent, but that one is going to be in demand. She comes high.”

“All right, how much?”

“Double,” Maudie answered.

Maudie approached Angela as the redhead left Bradford’s side and descended the stairs, a pouting expression on her heavily painted face. Angela realized now that all these women were prostitutes.

She would have a hard time explaining her way out of here. But maybe Bradford had recognized her and was saving her from an embarrassing situation. He would find a way to get her out of here, she was sure of it. She hurried over to him and he slipped his arm around her waist. As they started up the stairs, Angela smelled liquor fumes on him.

“Name’s Bradford, my dear, and you damn well better be worth what I paid for you,” he said, his yellow-brown eyes roving over her body.

She was afraid to say anything just yet, and allowed him to lead her to an upstairs room. Bradford closed the door. His next words made her gasp.

“You can shed your clothes while I fix us a drink. I see Maudie’s got some bubbly on hand.”

Maybe she had misunderstood. “You’re
already
drunk, Bradford. Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“Start shedding those pretty clothes. Don’t know why I have to tell you how to do your job.”

Angela was in shock. He
didn’t
recognize her! He had no idea who she was! He thought she was a prostitute! What was she going to do?

“Bradford, you don’t understand. I—”

She had started to gather her wits when he crossed to her in quick strides and tilted her face to his. Angela shrank back from him when she saw the yellow flames in his eyes. This was the Bradford from the portrait. She felt an unreasonable fear as he grabbed her shoulders.

“What the hell is the matter with you, girl? If this frightened act is supposed to excite your customers, you can stop it right now. It doesn’t work for me. Now get your dress off.”

“I—I can’t,” Angela stammered, her mind fogging over.

All of a sudden he laughed, lights dancing in his amber eyes.

“Why in blazes didn’t you say so?”

He turned her around and started to unfasten her bindings. Angela realized that he had mistaken her refusal. He assumed that she couldn’t remove her dress without help. She stood motionless while his fingers worked on her bindings. She was afraid to move. Now that she had let it go this far, would she be able to stop him? And then she realized with a sudden terrible jolt that she didn’t
want
him to stop. Hundreds of times she had dreamed of a moment like this one, with the two of them alone together, making love.

This was the man she had loved all these years, and at this moment he wanted her, too. She wanted to feel his hands on her, to taste his kisses, if only for this one time.

Oh, God, why not? She could have this one time with him, to remember forever. She could give him her love, as she had always wanted to. She would give herself freely to him and pretend for a little while that he loved her too.

Bradford bent down and kissed the soft flesh of her neck, making her tremble with his nearness.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier, honey, but you had me worried that you didn’t want to go through with this.”

“You mean you wouldn’t force me if I didn’t want to?” she asked as she turned around to face him.

“Hell no!” Bradford growled, insulted.

He surprised her by taking her in his arms and making her head spin with the forcefulness of his kiss. It was her first kiss, and given by the man she had always loved! She felt weak, yet exhilarated, and a strange fluttering moved through her.

Suddenly Bradford released her, leaving her breathless. “Damned if I don’t feel like I’m in another place and time.”

He gently removed her clothes, and the sight of her standing naked, with only a gold coin hanging between the generous mounds of her breasts, moved him deeply. He slowly took the pins from her hair, letting the soft brown curls fall gently about her shoulders. He kissed her eyes and her face, then gently brushed her lips before he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Angela was afraid she wouldn’t know what to do, but Bradford led her in everything. He was gentle as he introduced her body to the feel of his hands and his lips. She felt no shame as he explored her. She was soon able to caress and stroke him in return, and even to clasp his manhood and find elation in his groan of pleasure.

When he finally mounted her, Angela was prepared to experience the ultimate in pleasure, but she wasn’t prepared for what followed. Pain burst like fire inside her. She clenched her teeth and only a gasp escaped her. But he looked down at her with a puzzled frown.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she quickly reassured him.

“Then why the nails in my back?” he grinned.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not often I find a passionate woman. In fact, it’s been my luck to pick the ice maidens of this world—until now.”

He kissed her again and started to move in her once more. The pain was gone now. It felt so good having him inside her, meeting his body with each grinding plunge. All too soon he thrust deep in her and then stopped, leaving her regretting that it was over. She expected him to roll away, but he didn’t. He just lay on her, breathing heavily, then started to move in her again.

She was delighted that it wasn’t over yet, that he was still in her, loving her. And then a new sensation started to grow in her, one that was exquisitely different. It intensified, getting stronger and stronger until it burst forth in one giant throb of pleasure. She had entered a whole new world.

He kissed her gently, then whispered, “If I weren’t so tired, I could make love to you all afternoon and on through the night. Next time.”

He eased away with a heavy sigh and lay on
his stomach beside her on the bed. His eyes were closed and sleep caught up with him quickly. Angela stared at his muscular body, so lean and perfect, then at his face, relaxed in slumber.

It was all over now, and Angela knew she must leave this place quickly, before Maudie found another customer for her. She slipped out of bed slowly, trying not to disturb Bradford, then she saw the bloodstain on the satin sheet. She gasped at the evidence of her innocence, and hastily pulled the top sheet up to cover Bradford and the stain, then went to the bowl of water in the corner of the room and washed herself.

She took the time to pin her hair back up, leaving a few of her curls to hang in ringlets, for she had to look the same as she had when she left the school. Then she began to put her clothes back on, but soon realized she couldn’t fasten the dress by herself. She had to have something to cover her unlaced back, and there was nothing in the room except his silver brocaded vest, or his white frilled shirt, or his coat. She put on the vest over her dress. Then it dawned on her that she would have to leave her own cape and jacket behind. She couldn’t go back downstairs to get them. She prayed there was another way out of this building other than through the room where Maudie was.

Angela crossed to the bed for one last look at the man sleeping there. “I love you, Bradford Maitland, and I always will,” she whispered.

“What?” he mumbled, without opening his golden-brown eyes.

Angela inhaled sharply. “Nothing, Bradford. Go back to sleep.”

With a deep breath, she quickly left the room, closing the door quietly. Then she started toward the back of the building, praying desperately for a safe exit.

Thirteen

Angela returned to school late in the afternoon and went straight to her room without being noticed. She stayed there until dinner. So far, her joyous afternoon had gone undetected.

That night at dinner, Angela knew the girls were waiting for her outburst of temper over the trick they had played on her. But she surprised them with smiles and warm cheerful greetings. She knew they were dying of curiosity. Good!

Later that night, when Angela slowly drifted to sleep, miles away in Springfield, Bradford Maitland was rudely awakened from his slumber.

“This is a fine thing!” Maudie yelled as she burst into the room, startling him awake. “I go off to do some shopping and have a little dinner, and I come back to find you’ve had that girl up here
all day.” She stopped and looked about the room. “Where the hell is she?”

Bradford shrugged. “I asked her to stay, but I guess she got tired of watching me sleep. Isn’t she downstairs?”

“Would I be here asking for her if she was?” Maudie said stiffly. “Now what the hell did you do to that girl to make her run off?”

“Shut up, woman, and give me a chance to wake up!” Bradford growled.

“I ain’t leaving here till I get to the bottom of this.” Maudie stood her ground at the foot of the bed.

“Well, get the hell out of here while I dress.”

“No time for bashfulness, gent,” she replied with a deep chuckle. “I’ve seen hundreds of men without their clothes on. You ain’t no different.”

Bradford cursed under his breath. He wasn’t about to parade himself before the fat old bitch. Grabbing the top sheet, he wrapped it around his middle, crossed to the chair where he had thrown his clothes, then stood behind it to dress.

“What the hell is this?” Maudie shrieked suddenly. “I bet you weren’t even going to tell me, were you? You were going to sneak out without paying the extra!”

“Extra for what?” Bradford sighed.

“She was a virgin—as if you didn’t know! And the proof’s right there on the bed.”

Bradford stared at the stain and his eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously. “What are you try
ing to pull, Maudie? The girl was a prostitute—she knew what she was doing! You want to explain to me how the hell a girl can be a prostitute and a virgin at the same time?”

Maudie stepped back a little, wary of the fire that leaped in his eyes. But she wasn’t about to be cheated.

“Was the girl bleeding before you took her?” Maudie asked quickly.

“No.”

“Then how do you explain that bloodstain in the middle of the bed, unless the girl was a virgin?”

Bradford looked at the stain again, his brow wrinkled in thought. Was it possible? And then he remembered the way the girl’s body had suddenly stiffened, and her nails digging into his back. And she had been frightened and nervous to begin with.

“Good Lord!” he fumed. “What the hell was she doing, throwing her virginity away like that? And she didn’t even get paid for it—you did!”

“That’s right, gent. But not enough, not enough for a virgin.”

“I didn’t ask for a virgin,” he reminded her acidly. “And I don’t intend to pay just because that little girl happened to be one.”

“You better do the right thing, gent, or you ain’t going to be welcome in my club again,” Maudie pronounced indignantly.

“What was the girl doing in your house anyway, if you didn’t know she was a virgin?” he demanded.

“I was expecting a new girl and I thought she was the one. She came in unescorted, and she didn’t say anything when I gave her to you. She wanted it done. Lord knows why, but she wanted to be busted. And there’s plenty men would have paid a fortune to bust her.”

“So she wasn’t even one of your girls, and yet you’re trying to get more money out of me.”

“She’s going to be one of my girls, just as soon as I can find her. That girl’s a little gold mine. She probably came to my place because she wants to get started in the business. But the point is,” Maudie said, shaking a pudgy finger in the air, “she came here to have her first man, and anything that happened in my place I get paid for.”