Authors: Stella White
“You can keep the book for a total of three weeks. So yes, you can return it in another week” she said and busied herself with the pile of books next to the counter. They fell into silence again.
“Well I was also hoping that we could discuss the book for my report?” he asked, there was an undertone of nervousness in his voice, one which she would never have expected from Josh McKenna.
“Don’t you have your friends to discuss it with?” Lorna asked, still not looking up at him.
“If you mean Jessica. Then no. Not anymore” Josh said quickly and to her surprise she saw from the corner of her eye that he was walking towards her, behind the corner.
“I didn’t mean anything. Please go back to the other side” Lorna said threateningly, all shred of politeness had escaped from her voice. Josh held up his hands in a defensive pose and took a few steps back.
“Will you at least hear me out Lorna?” he said and Lorna threw him an acidic look.
“So you asked around and found out my name?” it was barely a question. She meant it more as a rhetorical statement.
“I figured knowing your name was that important to you, so yes I asked around” Josh said and they were suddenly interrupted by someone who had a question for Lorna. Lorna responded to her questions extra politely and then pointed her in the direction of the section she was looking for. She didn’t bother to look up at Josh again when the girl went away.
“Lorna. I’m trying to have a conversation here” Josh said suddenly and grabbed her wrist from over the counter.
“Let me go!” Lorna almost yelled and Josh dropped her hand and took a few steps back again.
“What about the conversation we were having that night Josh? You seemed to grow tired of that one pretty quickly” she snapped at him. Josh shook his head silently and looked away from her.
“Did you think I’d just forget that you kissed me out of the blue and then ran back to your girlfriend?” Lorna asked, her voice was hissy now.
“Jessica is not my girlfriend Lorna” Josh said, after a few seconds of painful silence. “I don’t think she ever was. Well she might have thought she was but she wasn’t” he said quickly, his words were fumbling.
“You’re not making any sense” Lorna said and rolled her eyes at him.
“Well we went out a couple of times and she assumed that we were dating. Which is why I needed to go back and have a serious conversation with her before I did anything with you” he said and she could see that his eyes had widened and his voice had grown heavy. Lorna couldn’t believe what she was hearing, it was almost too hard to believe.
“So you just made me go back home by myself?” she asked him, her voice had softened slightly and she was hoping that she wouldn’t start crying.
“I was confused Lorna. We had kissed and I was feeling guilty because Jessica would be hurt if she ever found out that happened” Josh said and took a few steps towards her. Lorna didn’t move away.
“And you waited a week to tell me this?” Lorna asked, her voice cracked.
“It took me a few days to calm Jessica down and convince her that it was really over between us. I was also sure that you hated me” he said and laughed a little, nervously.
“I do hate you. At least I did hate you” Lorna said quietly as Josh moved closer to her.
“I didn’t want to hurt both of you at the same time. But it turns out that I did” he said, even more softly, his head was hanging low and she could barely hear him. He suddenly looked up and their eyes met. Lorna didn’t feel nervous or giddy anymore, just warm and happy in the pit of her stomach. The humility and courtesy that Josh McKenna was demonstrating somehow made him more human. Like he was just like everybody else.
Lorna moved back towards the counter and rummaged around her things till she found it. She held up her copy of ‘Great Expectations’ and smiled.
“I finished it too. Wanna talk about it?” she asked, the hopeful ring in her voice was obvious.
“I would love to” Josh said, and the same grin was on his face again, the same deep dimples were on his cheeks. Lorna smiled back at him and before she knew what he was doing he had leaned over the counter and grabbed her hands.
“But first there’s something else I want to show you” he said and pulled her out from behind the counter. Josh was walking fast down the aisles of the library, while Lorna was trying to keep up with him, her right hand was still in his.
She realized that he had brought them to a halt right where the ‘D’ names began in the Fiction section. She didn’t want to believe that he actually remembered where they had their first conversation.
“What is it that you want to show me here?” Lorna was out of breath now slightly, but she still had a smile on her face. She couldn’t believe that all of this was even happening.
Josh didn’t say anything but pushed her gently against the books on the shelves and Lorna felt a cold metallic surface on her back. She barely had time to smile at him and he had lowered his head and was kissing her. This time his kiss wasn’t as gentle, it was strong and urgent and she could taste the coffee on his breath. His hands were tracing the curves of her body and one of his hands was slowly edging its way up her cotton t-shirt. Lorna tore herself away from Josh and giggled.
“You’re crazy” she said and covered his restless hand with her own.
“Those lips Lorna. Those lips are driving me crazy” he said and almost sounded drunk. Lorna giggled again and softly kissed the dimple on his left cheek. She had to stand on her toes for a few seconds to reach him and he had immediately turned his head to kiss her again.
They broke away after a few minutes when one of the books fell off the shelf that Lorna was pressed against.
“Oh my goodness” she said as she bent down to pick it up. She could feel that her face was flushed and her clothes were in disarray.
Josh was biting his lips when she looked up at him and he was smiling at her.
“When do you finish your shift?” he asked, still staring at her.
“Another four hours” Lorna said and pouted her lips out. Josh started walking backwards till he reached the empty table between the aisles.
“I’ll wait here” he said and pulled out a chair to sit on.
*****
THE END
The Bet of the Season – A Regency Romance
''Lord and Lady Ashington and their daughter Emily,'' the announcer shouted.
Emily stood with her parents at the top of the marble staircase and looked down into the ballroom. She noticed how everyone seemed to be looking at her.
''I hadn't expected there to be so many people,'' she whispered to her mother.
''As you know, your father and I always host the first ball of the season. We like to invite as many people as we possibly can. We find it gets the season off to a rousing start. This is the first ball you have been to here since your coming out. It's going to be a splendid occasion.''
''It all looks very spectacular,'' Emily whispered, just before her father led them down the stairs to their eager guests.
When they had reached the bottom of the stairs, Emily's mother turned to her, ''there are several eligible young men here this evening my dear. Please don't wander off with your cousins before I have had a chance to introduce you to some of them.'' Emily looked around, curious to see who her mother could possibly mean.
She was very familiar with her surroundings. Although this was the first ball she had been allowed to attend at Priory Manor, she had spent many a childhood hour in the ballroom with her sister and cousins, hosting pretend balls. Emily remembered how exasperated her mother had been when she had borrowed her pearls to dress up in. ''They are
priceless,
and you are swinging them around like you found them in a back alley,'' she'd told her.
The ballroom was the largest in the County of Yorkshire. Priory Hall had been the seat of the
Ashingtons
since the days of King John. It was one of the finest stately homes in the land. Emily was amazed at how colorful the event was. At her debutante ball the previous summer, all the young ladies had worn white. That was behind her
now,
and she was able to go to balls where the ladies wore splendid colors. She had chosen to wear a striking gold muslin dress with gilt edges and silk flowers woven into it.
''Cousin Emily,'' Beatrice exclaimed, enthusiastically. ''You look stunning. I adore your gown. Such beautiful silken flowers. And your tiara of pearls is simply exquisite. You are the most amazingly beautiful woman here this evening.'' She looked at her cousin, who she adored, and tried to see what was different about her this evening. Emily was tall and
slender,
and Beatrice thought her dress showed off her tiny waist to perfection. She noticed Emily's Mediterranean blue eyes sparkling under the light of the giant chandelier, her blonde
hair
falling beautifully to her shoulders in perfectly manicured locks. Then Beatrice realized. It was her makeup that was different. In particular her lips. Emily had voluptuous lips, as perfect as was humanly possible and this evening she had used lip rouge. She looked stunning.
''Nonsense cousin, if anyone is the Belle of the Ball, it is you.”
''Well then, let these two beautiful women go and find
themselves,
two handsome princes. There are so many unattached men to choose
from,
we'd better hasten or we will run out of time.”
''Oh cousin, I would like nothing more than to go with you but mummy has asked me to say here. Apparently she wants to introduce me to some eligible young men of her choosing. I am terrified. She has such poor taste. Every man she points out to me is so dreadfully dull. I am
young,
and I want someone handsome and dashing, not someone twice my age.''
''Well then, I will go and search for us while you are meeting these dull creatures. Come and find me when you have finished. You never know, I might have some success.''
Emily watched her walk down the side of the dance floor and strike up a conversation with a tall looking gentleman of similar age.
''Emily, please come over here,'' her mother said. ''I would like to present the Duke of Bedford.''
The Duke took Emily's hand and pressed it to his lips. ''Enchanted,'' he said.
''My Lord, it is a pleasure to meet you,'' Emily replied as she curtsied. She looked at the man her mother presumably found to be of sufficient breeding to contend for her hand. She was pleasantly surprised. The Duke was not old and stuffy. He was young and handsome. ''Miss Emily, would you do me the honor dancing with me?''
Emily was keen to dance with the handsome Duke. She was relieved it was a country dance and not one of
the more
intricate dances. A country dance was simple and would allow her maximum time with him. A lot of other dances called for many more partner changes. She'd never seen the point of being asked to dance by a man, only to spend the rest of the dance in the arms of several other men.
As they undertook the required steps, Emily studied him. He
was, at least,
six feet
tall,
and he had a very elegant Roman nose. His eyes were
green,
and his hair was dark. How on earth did such a young man become a Duke, she wondered? She'd always imagined Dukes to be old. Emily recognized his uniform and was impressed to note he was an officer in the Dragoons, one of the bravest regiment in the British Army.
''Thank you, Miss Emily, you are indeed a very fine dancer. You have learned the art well. Now I promised to return you to your mother. I believe she has some more guests she would like you to meet.''
*****
''She really is the most impressive young lady. Her beauty knows no bounds,'' Robert Masters said.
The Duke nodded in agreement. ''She is indeed an amazing creature. Any man would give all he is worth to take her hand in marriage. What do you say Charles?''
''I
say,
if she were in an auction only the richest men in the land need attend. She is a very fine woman I agree.''
Robert Masters, The Duke of Bedford and Charles Carrington were standing in the corner of the ballroom looking on as Emily endured a dance with one of her mother's less inspired choices.
''You mentioned an auction, Charles. That really is an interesting thought.'' Robert said.
''Yes, that's it,'' the Duke exclaimed. ''We all three admire her. Any one of us would take her as a wife at the drop of a hat. Instead of competing with each other and risking our friendship, why don't we three place bids for her. The highest bidder earns the right to court and
marry
her ahead of the lower bidders. We'll bid in five rounds. The last bid to be the final word. What do you say?''
''A bid a week for five weeks, Robert said.''
''Agreed,'' said Charles.
*****
''Emily, Emily, the most terrible thing has happened.''
''Beatrice, what on earth can be so terrible on this magnificent occasion?''
''I hardly want to tell you.
It is so shameful.''
''Really, Cousin. Tell me.''
''Alright,'' Beatrice took a deep breath. ''I believe the three men over there,'' she nodded her head clandestinely, ''have decided to buy you?''
''What? What do you mean, buy me? I'm not for sale.''
''No, sorry, I don't mean buy, I mean
bid
for you.''
''Really, Beatrice, you are making no sense whatsoever.''
Beatrice was so enthusiastic to tell her cousin what she'd
overheard,
she had lost all clarity of thought. She took another deep breath and tried again. ''I heard the three men over there talking about you. They all like you, in fact, they would all marry you at the drop of a hat. The man in the uniform said it would be a pity if their friendship were to be spoiled by them falling out over you. To avoid this, they have decided to place bids. The highest bidder will win the sole chance to approach
you,
and they
assume marry
you. There are going to be five rounds of bidding, one each week.'' Beatrice let out her breath, relieved she had managed to convey the story accurately this time.
''How very presumptuous of them. I wonder what makes them think I am interested in marrying any of them?''
''I really don't know cousin. But you must admit, they are all very handsome.''
''They are as you say, quite handsome. But they have rendered themselves much less so by entering into to this ridiculous activity. I have an idea.''
''Please tell me,'' Beatrice said anxiously.
''They are going to place bids for my hand in marriage. It is I, however, who will decide which of them I will
marry,
if any of them. I will pretend to be interested in them all. I will
court
each one of them and find out what they are like. Then I will persuade the one I like the most to bid the highest amount so we may continue our courtship and see if we are suited enough to be married.” Emily paused. “There is just one difficulty. I am acquainted with the Duke of Bedford, but I don't know the other the gentlemen. Could you please find out for me?''
Beatrice obliged and at the end of the ball. Emily now knew the names, the Duke of Bedford, Robert
Masters,
and Charles Carrington.
*****
The Duke of Bedford's carriage pulled up outside Priory Manor. A footman opened the door. As the Duke climbed out, he looked up at the house. It was very large, indeed. He
estimated, at least,
fifty rooms. The front of the house had a stone staircase leading up the front door. The large windows were arranged symmetrically and the he noticed the clock in the facade. It was three pm.
''The Duke of Bedford is here to see you, Miss Emily,'' the butler announced.
''Thank you, Jennings, please show him in.''
''Miss Emily, I was most surprised to receive your note yesterday. Pleasantly surprised, I might add. I do get a lot of invitations from young ladies but seldom from one as beautiful as your good self.''
''It is kind of you to say so. Please be seated,'' Emily pointed to a French sofa opposite her. A maid poured
tea,
and they studied each other.
''I do hope you don't think it forward of me to ask you to tea.''
''Not at all. I am, after all, a Duke. I assume it is not often that you have the privilege of entertaining such a titled man.''
Emily disliked the conceit of his answer. ''I will come to the point, my Lord. I much enjoyed our dance the other evening. It is not for a lady to ask, but I would like to know you better. Do you think me too forward?''
''Miss Emily, I am honored that you asked me. I am of course much in demand with young ladies throughout the whole country. It seems I only have to dance with one of
them,
and I am invited for tea very soon afterward. I have a
title,
and that is an attractive proposition for any woman. However, I must
say,
I am in awe of your
beauty,
and I would be delighted to give you the chance to know me better.''
''Splendid, that's settled. Tell me, my Lord, do you live alone?''
''Yes. I am the youngest Duke in the country. My unfortunate parents died two years ago in a boating accident at Newby Hall. I live alone in Aldborough Hall.''
''Then may I ask you to invite me, how shall I put it, to stay with you. For the sake of modesty perhaps you could invite me to a dinner party where there are other guests. It would be indiscreet to come to your house alone. I would please like to stay the evening in one of your rooms. A journey home so late in the evening would be ill advised for a young woman, on her own.''
''I would be delighted if you stayed,'' Emily noticed the glint in the Duke's eye.
*****
''Mr. Robert Masters to see you, Miss Emily.''
''Mr. Masters, please come in and sit down. How was your journey?'' Emily had seen him at the ball, but she hadn't been close enough to see how handsome he really was. He was tall and thin, with blonde hair and green-brown eyes. He had a Viking roughness to him that women found very attractive. His eyes made her feel he was undressing her and in his mind he already was.
Masters sat on the same sofa the Duke of Bedford has used two days earlier. ''Fine, thank you. I must say I was pleasantly surprised to receive your invitation to tea, Miss Emily.''
''I have heard so much about you, I wanted to ask you here, to see for myself if what they say is true. I do hope you don't find me forward in doing so?''
Masters looked longingly at Emily's décolleté. ''Forward? No, not in the slightest. Pray, what have you heard about me?''
''I have heard that you are a ladies’ man. I like confident men. Someone who knows how to speak to a woman. Is that the case Mr. Masters?''
''Well....it could be said that I enjoy the company of women, yes.''
''And how many conquests have you had in your short life, may I inquire,'' Emily asked.