He made awkward conversation, took occasional walks with her in the garden, and started sitting beside her again during her reading lessons, which now focused on a book called The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless. He raised an eyebrow, but assented, and she rushed to the library to retrieve Miss Austen’s tale and bear it back to her room like a stolen treasure. Blowjob sex Maybe her plan was working. “I wouldn’t mind some help in the orchard tomorrow,” he said. In the morning she was woken by The Beast knocking on her door with breakfast. She hastily pulled up the bedclothes over her shift to preserve her modesty, blinking to clear away the sleep. Fantasising about your own Mr Darcy I take it?”
Rose smiled wryly. “Thank you for the egg.”
“You are most welcome my lady,” replied The Beast fondly. It would not do to keep The Beast waiting for their lesson, even if her morning’s activity suggested it had become redundant.
