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  “Shall I stop? Or go on?”

  This was her chance to escape she knew, but somehow her legs seemed incapable of movement. She stood rooted to her spot, drowning in his dark eyes and without a word she threw herself into his arms, hungry for more of his kisses.

  She pulled away from him only when his hands began to move from around her waist down towards her bottom. A hand grazed soft flesh of her backside. The sensation was so pleasing and so delightful she almost didn’t care; who knew some much pleasure could be derived from such a simple graze? An involuntary moan escaped her lips and she wanted the delicious feelings to continue an image of the faceless Thomas Chambray floated in her head, with a start she recalled she was spoken for to someone else. Shocked at her own careless behavior she wrenched herself away from the stranger’s arms.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t. This is wrong. I have to go.”

  The man reached out and grabbed her hand,

  “Wait, don’t go, I want to see you again.”

  “That’s impossible.” She whispered hoarsely, “This was all wrong.”

  Without a backward glance she picked up her skirts and ran as fast as she could back the way she had come.

  Bella would lay awake for more than half the night replaying the moments in the garden, what had possessed her? What was it about this man...this simple gardener, who had evoked such a strong reaction within? She knew she should feel shame and regret, but she felt neither. If her mother knew she had allowed such liberties with a commoner, a gardener! She would have a heart attack and her father would probably disown her. After hours of muddling it over, she stopped trying to understand her actions and finally drifted off to sleep to dream off dark eyes, firm lips and scorching kisses.

  CHAPTER EIGHT:

  When she woke up the next morning, it was with a smile on her face and it took her few moments to remember the events of the night before. As the handsome face of the stranger she had kissed flashed before her eyes she felt a deep well of shame pool within her. Thank goodness he was only a gardener and not someone important she thought to herself, if word got out of about her scandalous behavior her reputation would be shattered…suddenly her brain began to work in overdrive as a possibility occurred to her.

  She might not be in a position to break the engagement but the Duke certainly was! If he decided not to go through with the wedding, the whole thing would be called off, she thought bitterly, because he was a man and thus had a say whereas she was expected to obey everyone’s whims. Well not if I have anything to do about it, she swore grimly. If she could somehow hint at a scandal without actually causing one, chances are the Duke of Chambray wouldn’t risk being saddled with a damsel of questionable repute and he would call the whole thing off.

  For the first time since hearing about her betrothal Bella felt like she was finally in control of her own destiny. Smiling widely to herself, she got out of bed and rang for her maid to help her bathe and get dressed. She was suddenly ravenously hungry and knew Mavis would be stopping by before long to rehash the details of last night’s dinner.

  As predicted Mavis arrived in the early afternoon brimming with questions about where Bella had disappeared to the night before. Bella told her the whole story, relieved to be sharing the truth with her friend.

  “Oh Mavis I’ve behaved wretchedly; I simply threw caution to the wind.”

  “Well I’m sure it doesn’t matter,” Mavis said soothingly, “it was just one kiss after all and you haven’t even met the Duke yet…and you could always tell him about it if you feel that badly about it.”

  “But Mavis that’s the thing, I don’t feel badly about it. I don’t

  even regret it! I would do it all over again tonight if I had the chance to.”

  Mavis seemed a little dumb founded by this alarming statement and didn’t know to approach it. Kissing random strangers in the dark and feeling no regrets? That certainly didn’t sound like her friend, even though Bella had always been a bit of a wild card she had never done anything so…so scandalous! At the least Mavis had expected her to show remorse but there was none. But her concerns were overshadowed by a more pressing question, which she asked hesitantly,

  “How did it feel?”

  “What?” Bella asked.

  “The kiss…how did it feel when he kissed you?”

  “Oh Mavis!” Bella gushed rapturously, “It was so wonderful, I never wanted it to stop. I felt hot and restless but in a way good way. And his hands…oh his hands!”

  “I have to get away from here. I don’t care if it causes a scandal or if my reputation goes down the drain, I can’t go through with this marriage, not in the state I’m in. I’m being cowardly by fleeing but....”

  “A few weeks away might do you some good.” Mavis interrupted, understanding instinctively her friend was going through a desperate time. “I’ll write to Edith right away and we’ll see about setting you up down in the country for a few weeks.”

  Bella thought back to the gardener, it seemed as though since their meeting her mind never strayed very far from him.

  “I’ll masquerade as a maid.” She announced decisively.

  Mavis snorted and almost choked on her tea as an image of her friend trying to do housework presented itself before her.

  “Bella be serious. You can’t possibly be a maid; you don’t know the first thing about cleaning.”

  “Mavis, it’s the perfect disguise, nobody ever pays any attention to the maids. And how hard can it be to do a few chores?”

  An arched blond eyebrow lifted up in a question mark.

  “Bella, have you ever even made your own bed? Do you know how to dust? Or polish?”

  “I haven’t no,” Bella admitted with some reluctance, “but I’ve seen it done a dozen times. Trust me, I know what to do.”

  Mavis had her doubts about this insane plan but she decided it would be wise to keep them to herself for the moment. So she took another sip of her tea, shrugged her slender shoulders and said briskly,

  “I’m sure you do know. Now let’s write that letter to Edith shall we?”

  The letter to Edith was dispatched promptly and an answer received within the week. She sounded immensely intrigued by Bella’s desire to hide out on her estate for a few weeks disguised as a maid but always up for a good laugh she readily agreed. She finished the letter by saying,

  “I’ll let Mrs. Pumps, the housekeeper know to expect you. We should be arriving in a day or two ourselves so I’ll be there to greet you. I can’t wait to hear the story behind this latest escapade of yours Bella!”

  With everything in place, the only thing left to do was pack and leave which under normal circumstances was an enormous undertaking but as a maid she wouldn’t need to pack anything at all except her undergarments and a few other personal effects. Bella decided to strike before she could lose her nerve, change or mind, or worse have her fiancée show up on her doorstep!

  Twenty-four hours later she was on her way. She left a brief letter for her mother saying she needed some time alone, that she was safe and nobody was to worry about her or come looking for her.

  Bella knew the letter would anger both her parents but she hoped this way they wouldn’t worry as much about her disappearance and she was doubly hopeful after learning about the letter and her disappearance the Duke would no longer want to marry her.

  Instead of taking her personal carriage and driver, she hired one under a fake name and armed with one small, shabby valise which Mavis had procured from her own maid Bella was off to begin her sojourn as a maid at the Clarence household.

  CHAPTER NINE:

  She discovered soon after arriving at the country estate that Edith and her family had been delayed and would only be arriving in two weeks’ time instead of being there already. Mrs. Pumps, a plump, jolly looking woman with a stern face greeted her at the door. She had been told to expect her didn’t ask Bella too many questions, except to confirm her name was Bertha and that she was indeed the new maid. B
ella confirmed both questions by nodding and was soon shown into a small, dimly lit room with four beds in each corner of the room.

  “Ye’ll be sleeping here. There be three other maids here, mind you get along with them. Ye do your job well and don’t get into any trouble and nobody will trouble you. Your uniform is on the bed. Ye can take a few minutes to settle in and change, I’ll come get you to go over your list of chores for today and the rest of the week.”

  Bella’s eyes widened at Mrs. Pump’s words, chores already? She had just spent endless hours being jostled around in a carriage, she was exhausted and wanted to rest. But she could tell by the grim set of Mrs. Pump’s lips that such a request would not be met kindly. So she nodded humbly telling herself she had chosen to do this and so couldn’t complain.

  To her immense relief, when Mrs. Pumps returned she was carrying a tray of food, a bowl of soup, warm, thickly sliced bread with butter and a glass of milk. Bella devoured the food gratefully while Mrs. Pumps gave her a rundown of the estate and listed out her tasks. Bella too absorbed in satisfying her hunger barely paid any attention. Once she was done eating, Mrs. Pumps handed her the tray.

  “Now take that on to the kitchen and cook will get you sorted for your evening tasks.”

  Bella spent the evening washing pots and pans and helping Cook clean the kitchen with some of the other help. By the time she was done, she was too weary to eat dinner and fell on her bed fully dressed.

  The next two days were worse than the first and Bella realized quite quickly it was one thing ordering maids to do this but something else entirely doing it yourself. It was also clear she knew nothing about housework. No sooner did she finish one task but another one was given to her and often she had to redo something two or three times until it was done just right. Which happened often since she didn’t know how to dust, wash dishes, mop the floors, make beds, chop vegetables or the worse one to date, pluck chickens.

  The other three girls in her room were unfriendly and took a dislike to her from the get go. By the time she went to bed on her third night Bella was ready to give up and go back home. There didn’t seem any hope of Edith arriving any time soon and in the meantime she was so tired and ragged she was surprised she was still standing.

  CHAPTER TEN:

  Early one morning a few days after she arrived, Bella was tasked with getting eggs from the chicken coop. Mrs. Pumps had taken pity on her and assigned what she believed was an easy task and Bella had gladly jumped at the opportunity to at least be out of the house and enjoy some fresh air.

  Bella had envisioned plucking eggs from empty nests and placing them in her basket. What she hadn’t counted on was having to bodily remove angry, clucking chickens from their nest. She was a stranger to them and as such they were deeply wary of her and refused to cooperate in any way. Bella had to chase them out of the way and deal with their pecking and clucking and ruffling feathers while she collected her goods, she had even been pecked on the fingers a few times. By the time she had gathered two dozen eggs she felt like she had fought in a battle and it was not even seven in the morning!

  She went over the list of things she still had to do before the evening meal and she couldn’t imagine getting through even half of them, she would drop dead from exhaustion before! Sighing heavily, she shifted the basket at a more comfortable angle on her arm and left the coop. As she stepped out into the warm sun she bumped nose first into solid flesh.

  “Oh!” she stepped back with a cry, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you…” her voice trailed off as she realized the man she had bumped into was a very familiar one.

  “You!” she cried, “What are you doing here?”

  A slow grin spread across the man’s face as he looked at Bella,

  “Well, well, well….fancy running into you again…” he took in the strands of hay stuck to her hair, the dust coating her dress and the feather stuck on her cheek and laughed, “although I didn’t quite expect you to see looking so….have you been wrestling with the chickens?” he asked as he plucked the feather off her cheek.

  Bella took a step back out of his reach, acutely aware of her disheveled state and feeling embarrassed by it. She also felt offended by the familiarity he was showing towards her but could hardly put up a fuss when she had willingly allowed him liberties at their last meeting.

  She ignored his question and asked one of her own,

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m Luke the new groom, just started this week.” He tipped his head at her in a nod of introduction.

  “I thought you were a gardener?”

  “And I thought you were a lady?” He quipped back lazily, his dark eyes roamed her body freely.

  “Well I lied.” Bella snapped and made a move to turn around but the man stepped closer closing the distance between them and traced the outline of her lips with his finger.

  “Too bad, that kiss was really special, I’ve never kissed a lady before. Who knew they could be so….passionate.” Bella could tell by the twinkle in his eyes and the wry smile on his lips that he was reliving the moment in the garden. Her face flushed with hot embarrassment as she remembered how easily she had given in to him, how eagerly she had clung to his body. Passionate was putting it kindly; she had behaved completely like a wanton woman. She clung gratefully to her maid persona and pulled it around her like a cloak, shielding her reputation.

  “Well I’m not a lady. I’m Bertha, just a maid.”

  “You’re very well spoken for a maid.”

  “My mistress believed in education no matter their social class.” She replied loftily.

  “Your mistress must have believed in maids putting on haughty airs too.” He said with a grin. Bella had a horrible feeling he wasn’t falling for her maid act at all. Normally she would have made short work of him but she was at a loss of how to handle herself in this particular situation with someone like him. He was so far beneath her he wasn’t even worth wasting her breath on, she pulled herself together and decided the best thing to do would be to simply walk away with what remained of her dignity.

  Without another word she whipped around and stalked off clutching the basket of fresh eggs Cook had told her to fetch from the chicken coop.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN:

  Two days later Bella was given a day off and she luxuriated in being able to sleep past seven in the morning. Sleeping in was something she had always taken for granted and it was only now she was realizing how precious it was. With the whole day stretching ahead of her she considered her options and decided what she would love to do would be to go riding, something she missed badly. Feeling apprehensive she went and asked Mrs. Pumps if she could go riding on one of the horses.

  “Not the fancy ones.” She added hastily remembering at the last minute she was overstepping her bounds as a maid.

  Mrs. Pumps who had a golden heart hidden behind the grimness told her she could go riding as long as the groom agreed.

  At the mention of the word groom, Bella’s heart sank, she had spent the last two days since the encounter with Luke trying to forget about him and now she would be forced to speak to him! She almost decided against the ride but looking out at the endless stretches of lush greenery, she couldn’t fight the temptation and went off to the stables determined to be aloof and maintain her dignity.

  She saw him before he noticed her; his back was to her and he was shirtless and hard at work, rubbing down one of the horses. Sweat glistened on his back in tantalizing droplets and Bella had an insane urge to lick him. The thought was so shocking she gasped out loud making him aware of her presence. The slow, familiar smile spread across his face and set her heart racing.

  “Back for another kiss? I knew you couldn’t stay away for long.” He teased.

  She forgot to be aloof and dignified and snapped at him angrily,

  “I came here because I need a horse.”

  “What do you need a horse for?”

  “I want to go riding.”

  He
cocked an eyebrow at her, his eyes brimming with amusement.

  “Since when do maids go riding? Something else your old mistress taught you?”

  “If you must know, then yes. We used to go riding quite a lot and I’ve come to enjoy it. Since it’s my day off Mrs. Pumps has given me permission to go riding. So I need a horse.”

  Bella had a horrible feeling he didn’t believe her at all and she worried he was going to press her for more details but to her relief he went about the task of saddling up one of the horses.

  “Her name is Star and I think she’ll suit you.”

  When he was done with one, he placed a saddle on another one.

  “I only need one horse.” She said wryly.

  “This one is for me.” He replied calmly.

  “What do you mean it’s for you? Surely you’re not going riding now too!”

  “I am actually, with you.”

  “No, absolutely not!” The words came out in a panicked screech; the last thing Bella wanted was to be alone with this man! This man who made her feel unnatural things.

  “I may only be a groom but I have manners Bertha, my mother taught me to never let a woman ride alone. So I’m coming with you.”

  “Well then I won’t go riding.” She said stubbornly.

  Luke shrugged his broad shoulders carelessly,

  “Suit yourself, it’s a beautiful day for a ride though.”

  The horse meant for her whinnied and tapped a hoof impatiently on the ground. Bella groaned to herself, could she really deny herself the only pleasure to be had after her grueling week because of this…this man?

  “You’ll stay far away from me,” she said crossly, “I’m going to pretend you’re not there.”

  Luke grinned again and held out a hand to her to help her on the horse. She ignored his invitation and hoisted herself on the saddle with ease. Without waiting for him she nudged the horse along and soon was off. Within moments she heard Luke’s horse running to catch up to her, grinning wickedly she urged the horse into a faster run, silently challenging him. Soon they were racing on the open fields and Bella couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so free and so liberated. The rest of the ride passed without incident and in silence. True to her word Bella pretended Luke wasn’t around and enjoyed herself whole heartedly and Luke surprisingly left her alone.