T. A. Chase

Angel’s Seduction- Part Twenty-Four

Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase

Part Twenty-Four-

I stare out of Greyson’s bedroom window. He has yet to return from the Home Office. There was a messenger waiting when we arrived back from the tailors. I smile thinking of how the duke had apologized to me for having to leave. As if I am more important than the prime minister or the regent. That was five hours ago.

I pace to the bed and back. A restless urge has taken a hold of me. If I were a different person with friends, I’d go and spend time with them. But I have no friends and so am stuck in this house waiting for Greyson to return. A knock sounds.

“Come in,” I call out, hoping it’s a diversion.

Johnson comes in. “My lord, I’m sorry to disturb you, but there is a gentleman downstairs who wishes to speak to you.”

“Me?” I’m surprised. “I don’t know anyone who would want to talk to me unless it’s my uncle.”

“No, sir. It’s not your uncle or your father. It’s a gentleman who talks to his Grace once in a while, but he won’t leave any message with me. He says he has to talk to you.” Johnson shrugs.

I tug on my coat, making sure I look neat. If it is one of Greyson’s friends, I don’t want to make a bad impression. “Take me to him, Johnson.”

“Yes, my lord.”

I follow the valet downstairs to Greyson’s study. I open the door and step in, instantly plunged into darkness. No lights had been lit in the room. I stay by the door, worried this is a trap, but no one rushes towards me.

“Are you in here?” I feel foolish, but I need to make sure the stranger hasn’t left.

“Yes. I have a message for Greyson and I need you to deliver it.” The voice comes from the area around the fireplace.

Even though I know where he is, I chose to stay by the door. “Why not leave it with the butler or Johnson?”

“It’s a verbal message. We can’t take a chance at writing it down.” A whisper trails through the room as if he has shifted and his clothes rub together.

“Are you a spy?” Fascination rushes through me. I wonder if Greyson is a spy as well.

“I am what I need to be. Tell Greyson that our small friend is expanding. This friend is eyeing more than his fair share of the pie.”

“Right. Small friend expanding. Eyeing more than his fair share of the pie.” I nod to myself since he can’t see me in the darkness. “Got it. Anything else?”

“I’ll be back in a day or two with more information. Make sure the duke gets the message.”

Before I can think, the stranger is standing in front of me. I still can not see any feature on his face. The darkness impedes my vision. A finger caresses my cheek and lips brush over mine. He’s gone. I can’t tell if he leaves by the door behind me or through the garden door. I press a finger to my lips and laugh.

I find my way to one of the chairs by the fireplace and sit down. Leaning my head back, I shut my eyes. I hate the dark because I never know what lurks in the shadows, but I also love it because it hides my flaws from others. This time it embraces me and I find myself sliding into sleep, wondering what it is about me that possesses strangers to kiss me in the darkness.

“Angel, wake up.”

I open my eyes to see Greyson kneeling beside the chair. His hand rests on my shoulder with a gentle touch. Smiling, I rub my fingertips over his frowning lips. I lean forward and kiss him. His lips mold to mine and we feast on each other. His hand moves from my shoulder to the base of my head and cups me. I angle my head to give him permission to take the kiss deeper. His tongue invades my mouth and strokes behind my upper teeth. I shiver in delight as my shaft stiffens. I push closer to him, gripping his shoulders for support.

He chuckles and pulls away. “I need to wake you up more often, love.” He glances around the room. “Why were you sitting in the dark?”

Blinking, I try to remember anything other the taste of Greyson’s lips. “Oh, Johnson told me there was a gentleman who wanted to talk to me. When I got down here, the room was totally dark. I stayed near the door in case I needed to get away.”

The duke frowns. “What did the gentleman want?”

“He had a message for you that he didn’t trust to anyone but me. Are you a spy?” I don’t expect him to answer.

“I am what I need to be.” He stands and moves towards the garden door that is ajar.

“That’s the same thing he said to me when I asked him if he was a spy.”

He relaxes. “What did he want you to tell me?” Moving back to me, he pulls me up from the chair and sits. I’m now curled up on his lap, which I’m discovering is my favorite place to be.

“He said to tell you your small friend is expanding and has his eye on more than his fair share of the pie.” I press a soft kiss on his chin.

“Damn.” Greyson growls. I can’t tell if it’s caused by my words or my actions.

I untie his cravat and get the first few buttons on his shirt undone before he stops my hands. I give him an innocent stare. He shakes his head and laughs. Lifting me to my feet, he stands. He keeps my hand in his and leads the way out of the room.

“Do you have to go somewhere,” I ask, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

“Johnson, we’ll have supper up in my room,” Greyson informs the valet as we stroll by.

“It’ll be ready in an hour or two, your Grace.”

I glance back to see Johnson smiling after us. I can’t keep the grin off my face. I don’t think the duke is planning on going anywhere for the rest of the night. Need hits me making my prick hard. Reaching out, I cup one of Greyson’s buttocks and squeeze.

He gets the door to his bedroom open and pushes me through. Before I can say anything, he kisses me.

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