His Innocent Rose (Hinley Manor Book 1)

Chapter Fifteen: One desirable meeting

Em noticed her staring and explained, "I am The Duchess' companion but only recently. But I'm off to the florist."

She let silence sit on them. The handmaiden was obviously wondering why would a scullery maid be suddenly promoted. Em feigned innocence and remembered what she had to do.
"Oh my. I have to find the Paul Jean—the florist. The Duchess wanted to decorate the gazebo with roses instead of violets. I'm off to tell him."

"I see. Quite a crowd we have here don't we?"

"You should see the garden, there were more service people out there."

Evangeline laughed, "Mayhap I can go around and see if I can help."

"You are not wanted?"

She shook her head, "My mistress is indisposed. She wished to be alone. These monthly cycles are quiet hard in her."

Em would've disagreed, she and Samantha did not have troubles with their monthly cycles. Others suffered from stomach and back pains. They were on of the few who were lucky. But she did not voiced out her opinions.

"I can have Ana send her tea. That helps."

"That's a wonderful idea. But, I'll do it. See you around Emelia."

Em went to the florist and delivered the news. Once they have passed the information to the decorators, she sought out Dathan.

Knowing his dislike about parties, he would often hide himself in the library. She tried it first but it was empty. Her hand closed on the knob when she caught a slight movement inside.

"Dathan? Are you in here?"

There was a grunt but she couldn't see anyone. Em went inside and closed the door behind her. The drapes were drawn and the library was dark. She pawed her way inside, she knew were the furnitures were.

"Is someone in here?" She called.

Her ears picked up a rustle of clothes but because the room was dark, she couldn't tell where it was. Her hands landed on the couch, if her memory served her right, the fireplace should be across the room.

She made her way around the couch and took tentative steps. There was always a box of matches somewhere, if she could just find them then she can get a little light here.

About two steps later her foot gave away as she bumped into another person's leg. Em landed on her side but the person's body broke her fall. If it had been just her, her pretty face would've kissed the floor now. A hand came around her waist.

"Is that you Em?" Called the voice.

"Dathan?"

"Well, isn't this a surprise?"

She felt him smile though she couldn't see him. Based on his voice he was fighting not to laugh. Well, at least she found him.

"Do tell why you are lying on the floor? Have you forgotten where your room was?"

"I can ask you the same thing." There was a hint of tease on that voice of his.

It was only then she realized their position. She laid on her side facing him while their legs laid on top of each other's. Dathan's arm held her waist and drew her close. She could almost feel his breath against her face.

"I fell. The room was dark and I did not know you were down here. You must've kicked my foot while I was walking."

He chuckled, "Apologies Em. I couldn't see a thing either. I thought I was dreaming when you called my name. But you're really here, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am here. You're not dreaming. Though you might be still drunk. Could you please let me go and help me stand?"

He was quiet for a heartbeat, "I don't think I'm still drunk. I had a few drinks last night and I must've dozed off."

"On the floor." She retorted.

"Yeah. On the floor." He laughed, "Tell me... how did a lovely young thing came to be here?"

Em rolled her eyes, "Your mother sent me to get you. It seems you have been missed since yesterday."

"Is that so?"

"Please tell me you did not plan to evade your family."

His fingers began to rub on her waist, making small circles. She wasn't ticklish but it bothered her that a simple gesture made her warm. Dathan would never take advantage of her. He sees her as a sister. She tried to push herself back and give enough space between them.

"Are you scared of me Emelia?"

She stiffened. This was Dathan, her childhood friend. Her employer's son. He may have been a bully but he never did not harm her. All those pranks were nothing. But why did she feel the need to elude his touches? Why did he have such effect on her body that her toes tingled all the way up? In fact, she felt them yesterday, too. The way he held her close as his eyes stared down at her. It did not feel like he wanted to hold her like a sister. It was very manly. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her!

"W-what are you talking about Dathan? Why would I be scared of you?"

"You're pulling away from me, aren't you?"

"Well. This is not a very comfortable position and I've never lain on the floor before."

"Then allow me to make you comfortable."

Dathan rose from his elbows and pushed Em on her back so she laid staring up to him. He carefully straddled her body without crushing her with his weight. His hands braced on her sides while she gaped up at him.

"Now, is this better?" He asked.

Em's face was flushed and her ears were very hot. What in the world did he just do? She put up her hands and was met with a hard muscled chest, she tried to push him back but to no avail.

"If this is one of your pranks Dathan, it is not funny. Get off me!"

He caught her wrist and planted them above her head, he leaned closer that she could smell the faint scent of wine as he whispered, "I do not mean this to be funny Emelia. We aren't kids anymore. There are far more indulging things I planned to do with you."

Em stiffened but fought not to show she was nervous, "What things?"

His face turned and she felt his lips brushed her cheeks, another warm tingling sensation washed over her. Heavens. How is he doing that?

"Oh many things. But for now, I'd like to kiss you Em."

"What?!"

She felt his eyes on her and after several blinking moments she was able to discern his profile. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark. She saw his dark blue eyes locked with hers. His mouth just above her lips. He did not appear to be drunk anymore. Dathan was serious. She gulped.

"Em?" His voice was asking for permission.

"Dathan, you can't be serious! It's me, Emelia. The funny little girl you used to play with. I'm a scullery maid here. Why would you want to kiss me?"

His eyes darkened more as if he was trying to burn her with blue flame, "You are no longer a little girl Em. You have grown into a beautiful woman. And you have been more than just a scullery maid to us. You mean more to me."

Her heart was beating wildly and she feared it would snap out of her chest. What has gotten into him? Yesterday he was all jolly and happy to see her again. She thought he did not change. That he would still treat her the same.

"Dathan, I think you need to rest. You may have taken more wine than usual."

"I assure you Em, I'm very much sober."

"Then get off me before someone comes in here. There are a lot people outside. It will just be a matter of time before that door opens."

"Are you nervous? You sound nervous."

"I'm warning you Dathan, this isn't funny. I have no time for your jokes."

"Make time for this."

He swooped down and pressed his lips on hers. Em could no longer talk back.