“Are you—” He stopped, his breath stolen from him as he looked into her eyes, their color a non-descriptive pale blue, but within their depths shined an age-old wisdom so profound it momentarily stunned him speechless. In the next second it was completely gone, and he suddenly wondered if he had simply imagined it.
Dagon kept a firm arm around her waist. “Are you all right?”
Sarina barely confirmed his query with a nod, though her body continued to tremble against his.
“I think tea and brandy would serve you well right now.” He then turned to Bernard and ordered, “See that this mess is cleaned up and bring tea to my study. I will speak with you later.”
Bernard nodded respectfully and immediately began issuing orders to the servants.
Dagon lent a steady support to the quivering woman until he was finally able to sit her on the beige silk striped settee by the large hearth in his study. He quickly saw to getting her a brandy from the cherry wood cabinet that housed his personal stock of liquor.
Bernard entered the large room that housed an impressive collection of books, several being first editions, as Dagon handed the crystal glass to Sarina.
She reached for it with shaking hands and Bernard cringed.
She cast the intimidating butler a nervous glance then she grasped the Waterford crystal in both hands and carefully brought the trembling glass to her lips.
Dagon watched the exchange and grew annoyed. “Leave the tray.”
Bernard attempted to protest. “She is not capable of serving tea.”
“I will not repeat myself,” Dagon said authoritatively.
Bernard did as directed, arranging the silver tray that held delicate china cups and saucers, a silver teapot, a creamer and sugar bowl with small elegant silver tongs for the tiny cubes, on the small table in front of the settee and he then quietly left.
Dagon returned to the cherry wood cabinet to pour himself a glass of brandy and allow Sarina time to calm her nervous tremors. The brief time also allowed him to study her, and his findings surprised him.
Though he could not term her beautiful, she possessed a face that captured attention. Her features were strong, high cheekbones leading to bold, large eyes and full lusty lips that tormented a man. Her silky brown hair, half pinned up and half falling down, was a few inches past shoulder length, and she wore it parted in the middle with a wisp of bangs that ended just past her eyebrows and down along the sides of her temples. She had small breasts that looked as though they would fit quite nicely in the palm of his hands. Her waistline curved over slender hips that molded—
He closed his eyes for a moment, recalling her firm and perfectly curved backside.
He shook away the enticing memory and downed a good portion of his brandy. Whatever was the matter with him? While he found most females attractive in their own special ways, he would not think of involving himself with an incompetent witch. The absurd notion was simply out of the question, even if she did possess a backside that he itched to touch.
“Behave,” he whispered to himself in warning and then turned and joined her on the settee.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
“Much,” she answered her voice soft and much too sensual, to Dagon’s annoyance.
He took another generous swallow of brandy.
Sarina continued to hold tightly, though with one hand, to her brandy glass. “Thank you so much for rescuing me.”
Dagon wished to question her about her spell-casting problem but thought better of it. Her trembling had stopped, and he did not wish to further upset her.
“Would you like some tea?” he asked.
Sarina looked at the elegant tea service with trepidation.
Dagon instantly relieved her fears. “I shall do the honors.”
Her face brightened. “Thank you. I would love a cup of tea.”
Dagon poured two cups from the silver teapot and turned a questioning glance to Sarina.
“One lump of sugar, please.”
He dropped a tiny cube in her teacup, placed a silver teaspoon along the saucer, and handed the cup to her. Her fingers looked steady as she reached out to take it, and when he was certain she had a firm hold on it, he let go to turn and reach for his own cup.
Sarina moved forward to place her brandy glass on the tray, and as she moved back in her seat her hand holding the teacup collided with Dagon’s, and both cups went toppling over, spilling the hot contents all over the both of them.
Sarina yelped, Dagon gasped, and she immediately reached down to retrieve the fallen cups and saucers. Her hands fumbled over him in the most intimate place, and he silently cursed her inept hands. She made matters worse when after placing the china on the tray, she reached for a white linen napkin and attempted to pat him dry.
She apologized profusely while pressing the napkin along the zipper of his black wool trousers.
His annoyance wasn’t the only thing growing, and he hastily reached for her wrist and drew her hand away from him. “Clean it up the proper way.”
While he attempted to keep the irritation out of his voice, her wide, apprehensive eyes and her full, quivering lips cautioned he had not succeeded.
“I cannot,” she admitted, her trembling voice warning she was on the verge of tears.
Titles by Donna Fletcher
Wyrrd Witch Series
The Wedding Spell
Magical Moments
Magical Memories
Remember the Magic
Sexual Appetites of Unearthly Creatures Novella Series
Sexual Appetites of Vampires
The Pict King Series coming 2016
The King’s Executioner
The King’s Warrior
The King & His Queen
Macinnes Sisters Trilogy
The Highlander’s Stolen Heart
Highlander’s Rebellious Love
Highlander The Dark Dragon
Highlander Trilogy
Highlander Unchained
Forbidden Highlander
Highlander’s Captive
Highlander’s True Love: A Cree & Dawn Short Story 1
Highlander’s Promise: A Cree & Dawn Short Story 2
Highlander’s Winter Tale: A Cree & Dawn Short Story 3
For a complete listing of Donna’s books visit her webpage
www.donnafletcher.com
About the Author
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