Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,85
my dearest Evan. Please don’t turn me away.”
“Without trust, we have nothing.”
“I swear to you, I had nothing to do with your business printing the paper.” Tears streaked down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Alexandra.” Evan cleared his throat, his own tears pooling in his beautiful eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
Ally turned, her body nearly immobile. Sadness clogged her throat. She willed her muscles to move and left the bedchamber, closing the door quietly behind her.
She should be angry at Evan for not believing her, and she was, but she hadn’t proven herself the most trustworthy during the past weeks. Damn it! How could she have been so ignorant?
Who could be behind this?
Whoever it was would not cost her true love. She would find a way out of this mess.
* * *
After a good cry, she swallowed back her tears and raced downstairs to the first story of the townhome and into the office. No help. Most of Evan’s important papers would be in his office on the estate in Wiltshire. She had to get back there, but how? It would be easy enough to escape Evan, he being bedridden for the next few days, but the earl and her mother were due to come through London first before going home to the estate. And what of Sophie? Sophie would not let Ally out of her sight right now.
And she was tired of running. She had run off to London twice now and hadn’t gotten what she wanted either time. But she had found something so much more wonderful. She had fallen in love with Evan, and she would not let him go without a fight.
She riffled through the papers on the desk. If Evan owned a printing business, perhaps he owned other businesses. She knew precious little about the man she loved. She had thought he was a second son with nothing to his name. She should have known better. Evan was much smarter than that. He would have seen to his own financial well-being, just as she had tried to. Evan and Ally were cut from the same cloth. She warmed at the thought.
As much as she enjoyed it, Ally would no longer write for The Ruby. She couldn’t risk anyone she loved paying for her actions. Evan had been right. She had not used good judgment.
She sighed. Nothing on the desk. She would have to check the drawers and the cabinets. She would find something, even if it took her all day.
After nearly an hour of investigating, she stumbled upon the address of a printing house in London. Printing houses of the same name were located in both Bath and Edinburgh. She scribbled the London address on a piece of parchment and headed to the parlor to tell Sophie she would be leaving on an errand.
Before she left the office, she caught a glimpse of a corner of parchment sticking out from under the desk blotter. Curious, she removed it. She dropped her mouth open. It was a poem, written in Evan’s hand.
Her hair the color of roasted chestnuts, silky against my fingers,
Her eyes of liquid gold, sparkling as she gazes into mine,
Her skin of rosy porcelain, soft as a feather beneath my touch,
Her voice like a delicate claret, so sweet as she says my name,
Her breasts, scarlet-tipped peaks, velvet against my tongue,
Her pussy, pink and swollen, slick as she moves against me,
Her hands, peachy and delicate, nestled in mine,
Her lips, ruby red and supple, so perfect as we kiss,
Her beauty, her strength, her will…like a storm on the roaring sea.
She is my love,
She is…
Alexandra
Ally’s heart melted. Evan wrote poetry? Erotic poetry? No wonder he didn’t have any issues with her writing for The Ruby. And this had been written for her.
Her eyes misted with tears. He was a writer. Evan. Her Evan.
And yes, damn it, he would still be her Evan. He still loved her, and she would prove she was worthy of his love. She would get to the bottom of whatever was going on at his business.
She walked quickly to the front entrance, looking around to make sure no one saw her. Sophie was in the conservatory playing the pianoforte and singing.
She opened the door and—
“Good afternoon, my lady.” Nathan Landon bowed.
Goodness, was it afternoon already? What was Mr. Landon doing here?
“Mr. Landon, I’m afraid I was just leaving…”
“My lady, I was so relieved to hear of Lady Sophie’s safe return. I have been worried sick about both of you.”