Jade Lee - Wedded in Scandal

It was an idea worth exploring at least. And a problem he had a prayer of resolving. Then once that problem was solved, perhaps the boy would have some magic solution for Robert’s dilemma.

Maybe.

If only…

The life of a mistress was certainly less…well, less mistress-y than Helaine had thought. After their miracle night together at the Chandler, Helaine had expected to spend a great many more nights with Robert. But before they could arrange it, Robert had to take a trip to discuss things at his mine. And then the Season started. With Gwen talking her up as the best dressmaker in town, Helaine was suddenly busy with a dozen new clients. Enough that she made Wendy hire an apprentice just to keep up with orders. Of course, the old problem of getting those very same clients to pay was still an issue. But thanks to Robert’s interference, Irene was able to purchase things on credit.

And so, in general, life was better than ever. Busy, chaotic, and so lonely that Helaine thought she’d go mad. How had she thought her life complete before she’d allowed herself to be seduced? Whenever she had a spare moment, she thought of Robert. Whenever she dropped exhausted into her bed, she longed for his caress. And sometimes she even dreamed he was climbing into bed with her, only to open her eyes and stare into the yellow gaze of the workroom tabby cat. She loved the mangy rat catcher, but he was no substitute for Robert.

Fortunately there was always more work to keep her busy. And with Gwen’s wedding a day away, she was hoping her nights of sleeping alone were over. Robert would never miss his sister’s wedding, and so she waited anxiously for a message from him. By the end of the day, she was a wreck of nerves. Which made her angry. How had she changed from independent woman to a girl waiting anxiously by the door for a message from a man? What was wrong with her?

And yet no matter how much she railed at herself, she still ran to the door when a liveried footman rapped. He handed her a message. Helaine didn’t even have to open the missive to know it wasn’t an invitation from Robert. He would have sent a carriage for her, but the footman had apparently traveled to her on foot. And sure enough, when she slit open the letter, she saw that it was from Gwen.

The girl was in quite a state. Both anxious and nervous and excited. Her handwriting climbed all over the page in crooked lines and even the sentences weren’t complete. The crux of the letter was that she begged Helaine to come to her wedding on the morrow. She wasn’t at all sure she could be in her best looks without help, and even if her maid was a magician with hair, she was only average with dresses. Besides, Gwen hoped that she could call Helaine her friend. And if so, Gwen would be pleased to have her attend the ceremony and breakfast afterward.

Helaine was stunned to see that her eyes were welling up with tears. Gwen was so much more to her than a client. That the other woman felt the same was like a gift from God. No matter what happened—or didn’t happen—with Robert, at least Helaine had a friend in Gwen.

She told the footman her answer: that she would indeed be there bright and early to assist Lady Gwen however she was needed. Then she paused, hoping that there was something else, like a message from Robert. But the man simply bowed and turned around while Helaine’s heart plummeted.

Had he tired of her already? And if so, she told herself, then lucky for him. Because she was so angry at that moment that if he showed up at her door she would slam it in his face. Hard .

But he didn’t show up. Not until she had drawn his face and started putting spot marks all over it to make him look ugly. It was childish of her and really didn’t make her feel any better, especially since she erased the spots, added shading, and drew him as handsome as she remembered him. Only then did the horrid man show up, knocking at the workroom door and pleading with her to open up.

“Helaine! Are you in there? Oh, God, please, it’s Robert. Helaine?”

She meant to be reserved, perhaps even icy to him. But all her intentions flew away at the desperation in his tone. She flung open the back door and was immediately engulfed in his arms. It felt as marvelous as she remembered, wrapped in his full embrace, the scent of him filling her lungs.

“Robert,” she breathed, “I’m very cross with you.”

“And well you should be,” he answered as he pressed tiny kisses into her hair. “But first let me kiss you. I have been dying—”

She didn’t wait. She stretched up to his mouth and soon he was doing all the things to her that she’d longed for these last two weeks. He plundered her mouth, and she all but wrapped herself around him so that he could do more. He was the one to break it off so that they could both breathe. And while they stood there, their foreheads touching and their ragged breath heating the air between them, he stroked her arms and entwined their fingers.

“Where is everyone?” he asked as he backhanded the door closed.

“Bed. Upstairs asleep. Wendy’s at her home. She’s exhaust—”

He kissed her again and this time when she stretched up to meet him, his hands were in the way. He was stroking her breasts, lifting them and rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. The movement was quick and a little rough, but, oh, she liked it. How she had dreamed of having his hands on her.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts deeper into his hands. And while he pleasured her, she reached behind her and undid what buttons she could on her gown. She hadn’t realized how desperate she was for his touch until his kisses set her aflame. Never had she responded so quickly, so completely to a man.

“I have been trying to get here all damn day,” he said as he began pressing kisses down her neck. “But you cannot imagine everything that had to be done to set up a single damn school! And then to come home only to be besieged by relatives. They were everywhere! I tried to hand them off on Jack, but the boy can’t be everywhere. And that’s where those people are—everywhere!”

She paused, abandoning her buttons to lift her eyes to his. “School? You are setting up a school?”

He nodded as he reached behind her to finish undoing her buttons. “For Edward’s mother and aunt to run. Even the little sister can help them until she’s of age. It’ll give them all something to do—”

“And a place to live far away from Gwen.”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

“Oh, Robert, that is a marvelous idea.”

“Edward thought so, too. Wonderful boy. Levelheaded and practical. Thank God Gwen’s marrying him, because we need him in the family. If she cries off, I think I’d have to blood bond with him or something.”

Helaine laughed. “Blood bond?”

He shook his head. “Never mind. It is something I read as a boy.”

“Oh. But she’s not changing her mind at this late date, is she?”

“Better not!” he said in a mock growl as he stroked the skin of her neck and shoulders. Her gown was drooping, but it hadn’t fallen yet.

“Take me,” she said against his lips. “Right here. Right now.”

He paused, but she saw the wicked gleam in his eye. “In the workroom?”

“No one is here.”

His eyes seemed to glitter in the lamplight as he scanned the room. Then he angled his chin toward the full mirror. “Ever wanted to watch, Helaine? I swear you are the most beautiful sight when you peak.”

Her eyebrows shot up. It had never occurred to her to look in a mirror as they…when they…“Will I be able to see your bum, then?” she asked as she boldly leaned down to grip him.

“You can see whatever you want, my lady.” Then he scooped her up and carried her the six steps to the bench set before the mirror. He set her down carefully on her feet, then slipped behind her, pushing the gown off her shoulders as he moved. The dress and inset shift fell easily, needing only the slightest shimmy to have it pool at her feet. He took in a deep breath as he looked at her reflection. He stood behind her, fully clothed, a stark contrast to her.