Thread: Au-delà du Temps: Beyond Time (LeatrixSage x SacrlettRose)

I assure you Madam, I feel as terrible as I look. Roarke found himself indulging the elegant creature that floated into the room. Which was rather odd because his fuse was usually much shorter when he had a lack of sleep but here he was, letting her think she had him bested. Then again, he could never resist the charms of a woman and he wasn't just talking about the physicality. The Marquess had not moved from his slouched position in his seat but his sleep deprived dull blue gaze had followed Adelaide. If he thought she looked remarkable tonight, today she was simply stunning. Clearly you've had a far better rest than I. Odd that no? Maybe I was kept awake with the fear that you may attack me in the middle of the night. He joked with a wink and a smirk before gesturing for her to take a seat. Roarke made no secret of examining her as he slowly consumed his breakfast. Annette had been quite the little informative, but then she was always good at being his little spy. She'd have been an exceptional member of the Hades Club had women been allowed to join but then there was also the fact that she was very French and common. For a long time they ate in silence. Yet it was far from awkward, at least for him. Even in the silence Wessex found himself enjoying her company. Another rarity. He uses flitted from woman to woman. Especially when they started to get clingy. Maybe, it was the knowing that they could never be lovers. She was a French spy who was to be a prisoner of war. That set the hard lines that one could not cross. However that did not mean that for now that she couldn't enjoy her intellect and her unusual personality that he found rather appealing. That dress suits you very well. He ventured after some time when he felt like talking. I think it was originally meant for the Comtesse Savoy or . . . was it the Vicomtesse Frontenay? I forget. Either way, it looks far better on you. You look exquisite, though, personally, I much preferred you in your rather . . . scant attire. Roarke are grinned at her, the look in his eyes was almost caressing and completely indecent. I think the maids are enjoying someone to play dress up with Addie. Although he spoke the truth, he thought buttering her up a little couldn't hurt for he was sure what he was about to tell her next would not be taken at all well by his like French espion. The night had been long and what he discovered from what he had taken was far too valuable to be kept upon him, and yet no one could be trusted to get this to the right people thus, his plans had greatly altered. But fashion is hardly why I wanted to talk to you Addie. The Marquess slid forward in his seat and leaned closer, the bacon on his fork still in his hands. I was thinking that it would be less hassle for me not to tell you but then that would be rather cruel. He began hoping she would not make him regret telling her. My schedule has moved forward quite some. Now the maid's will do everything for you. Our departure will be tonight. So say goodbye to Paris mon cher. We'll be in London the day after next. Fortunately, he did not have to wait for the onslaughter or tirade that was headed his way from his lovely guest for Annette knocked and ventured into the room. You angel! Roarke thought, thinking he could kiss the damned old woman. Her interruptions usually annoyed him, especially when she started prattling on about something or another. He supposed he owed it to be more patient with her from here on out. My Lord, Madam, terribly sorry to interrupt your breakfast but the Seamstress is here. Where shall I put her? Annette asked looking between the two but her gaze settled on Addie whom Annette had rather presumptuously suspected of being her future mistress and the mistress of this household. Ergo, she waited for Addie to give her an answer. Roarke simply gestured to Addie, a gesture that simply state it is up to you mon cher. Mayhaps, the morning room mon chri? He suggested with a wicked smile, taking Addie's hand with a lovers touch and pressing his lips to the back of it providing fodder upon which the staff could titillate and speculate. It was a service on his part, it provided their otherwise dull lives with some much needed entertainment. Last edited Apr 14, 2020