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“Thank you, Mr. Wallace, for your care,” I said with a smile.
He merely nodded and stepped back. When he did, I was able to see Eleanor waiting among the maids, which gave me solace. I would speak to her later. More pressing, though, was the little girl, just shy of four, dressed in white, with light skin and bronze curls at the heel of an old nanny dressed in black. She stood quietly and far too still for a girl of her age. Had it been Abena, she would have run after the carriage.
Evander led me up the stairs to her. “Aphrodite, I would also like to introduce you to my daughter, Emeline,” he said.
“Hello, Your Grace.” The girl struggled with her curtsy and nearly fell, but her nanny caught her, holding her carefully.
“Forgive her, Your Grace. We are still practicing,” the nanny said quickly.
“This is Mrs. Watson. She is the housekeeper and also Emeline’s nanny,” Evander said to me. “She has watched over her since she was born.”
That is not proper. How can a housekeeper do her duties and watch over a child?
I smiled at the woman and glanced down to the little girl, who looked as though she would have preferred to be behind Mrs. Watson than in front of her. I bent down to her level, as we must have all been giants to her. When I was a child, I’d disliked how big all the world was.
“Hello, Emeline,” I said gently. “How are you?”
She clenched Mrs. Watson’s skirt and said, “Fine…Your Grace.”
I wanted to tell her she did not have to call me Your Grace, but what could she call me? Mama? That might not feel right after knowing me only a minute.
“I hope you and I will be very good friends,” I said and rose. Then to Mrs. Watson, “I can only imagine the amount of effort you have given. I thank you.”
“Of course, Your Grace,” she said, bowing her head.
“We have had a very long journey. We will rest and shall see you at supper,” Evander said, to my surprise, placing his hand on Emeline’s head before leading me forward into the house. I glanced back at the little girl and then to Mrs. Watson, now bent down, speaking to her and petting her hair.
I had a feeling it would take me a while before I would be able to find footing with little Emeline—“Evander!” I gasped when he pulled me to him.
“Where is your mind?” he demanded.
“Here, release me quickly,” I said, checking to make sure none of the servants had seen. “Evander—”
“I do believe there was an agreement made between us for when we reached the house…lo and behold, we are here, and I shall have my bride!” he replied, taking off with me.
I tried not to laugh, but I could not help it as he took me away.
What would I learn now?
I did not have to wait very long for the answer.
“Evan…der…” I moaned, as the fire in the pit of my belly grew. I had never known it was possible for a mouth to be used in such a way and feel so good. He gripped my thighs, his tongue going in circular motions one moment and his lips sucking me in the next. I bit my hand to keep from crying out any louder. And to punish me for it, he stopped far too soon.
“What did I tell you about denying me your voice?” he said sternly, crawling up the length of the bed till his face was above me.
“You’d deny me my release,” I said, captivated by his eyes.
I could taste myself on his lips as he kissed me. “No, I said you would have to get it yourself.”
He had warned me before, but I did not know what he actually meant until he slowly directed my hand between my legs. It was embarrassing and yet, at the same time, thrilling to have him watch me like this.
The only thing was my hands were not as nimble as his and nowhere as good as his mouth. I grew frustrated to the point where I could only beg. “Please…”
“What?” he questioned, brushing my hair from my face.
“I…I…need you.”
“To do what? I am quite enjoying this sight.”
