Charlotte ran hell for leather to her car. She threw open the door and threw her overnight bag, and dived into her vehicle after it. She clutched the steering wheel, her hands shaking, tears rolling down her face. What was she thinking? How could she even think of doing something like that? Was she out of her mind? The tears turned to laughter at how stupid she was, at how ridiculous that she could walk into Ellie's bedroom and somehow get her out of the room so she could do her harm. What a dreadful thing to even think of doing! Next time she would plan ahead, there would be no second chances for Ellie Neyve next time.Ellie looked at the clock, almost four-thirty. It was black outside. Jasper would be home in a few minutes, and she really couldn't be bothered to go and find Charlotte. Whatever it was could wait. If it was that important, she could go and find Francis and tell him. She put another log on the fire. It was so lovely to watch the fire, especia
Disreputable Adjective: Not respectable in character or appearance. "This is BBC Radio 4 and here is the news read by Chris Aldridge.""The artist son of The Duke of Shettleham, Jasper Neyve, who is the Marquis Prybourn was photographed by the press early this morning rescuing a runaway horse at the gates of Hyde Park. It seemed that the rescue happened on the spur of the moment as Marquis Prybourn was naked except for a
AudacityNoun: Rude or disrespectful behaviour.
Inside, the whitewashed church of St James was cold, and the glare of the sun against the walls was excruciating for Jasper, who had forgotten to bring dark glasses. As funerals go, it was going well enough. Jasper slumped in the family pew of the village church, breathing slowly and trying to keep nausea at bay. He spent most of the service with his eyes closed until his mother elbowed him in the ribs to tell him that it was his turn to do the reading.Jasper stood up and sightly staggering because the sun shining through the stained glass window hit right in his eye, or so he told himself. He walked towards the ancient and straightforward pulpit. He was so tired his eyes were half-closed, which is why he half tripped up the steps to the pulpit. The silence was broken by coughs which spread across the church and muffled giggles at the back of the church.In the pulpit, Jasper's eyes narrowed sharply, and he glared towards the sound of the giggl
Jasper watched the girl as she looked around his studio. He was furious that she was late but relieved that she had turned up. He stared at her, what the fuck was she wearing? The cheap and poorly fitting navy business suit seemed odd for her to wear. His life models came dressed in more bohemian and usually very sexy clothing, depending on their age.He stood quietly, waiting for her to notice him. She'd not heard him come through the door from the roof garden, probably due to Mick Jagger belting out 'Start Me Up' which must have covered the sound of his footsteps.He studied her again she might look as if she had dressed in a skip, but she was beautiful, classically beautiful. Jasper was Grace Kelly but with rich conker coloured hair, which unfortunately was scraped back into a precise bun. He wanted her hair down the curls cascading over her shoulders. Jasper couldn't see much of her figure; it was lost in that awful suit. She was slim though, and of average h
During that first week, Ellie settled in quickly and true to his word Jasper stayed mainly in the studio painting while Ellie familiarized herself with the house and the other people who worked there. Mrs Blakeney, or Betty, was the head of the cleaning staff at the London house. Betty was a fierce cockney who refused to hear a bad word about Jasper."Don't you take any notice of what it says in the papers." She grumbled one morning after she had seen a report in the Daily Mail of all the women who had been in his life."'Neyve of Hearts' indeed, he's just a boy doing what boys should at his age," she scoffed. "He just hasn't found the right one yet, and I know" she lowered her voice "that he doesn't believe in divorce." Betty marched out of the kitchen, "How dare they say undignified things about Jasper." she muttered as she went back up the stairs.Ellie glanced at the paper. There was nearly a full page of headshots of women. Some were members of the aristocr
"Ahh there you are," Jasper said as he poked his head around the door to Ellie's office. He hung on the door half in the room and half out waiting while she finished typing.She was up and working already, and it was only just eight o'clock.Where else would she be? Ellie thought as she looked up from her typing.
Jasper sprawled on the sofa in his study, he'd left the door ajar, and he could hear Ellie moving about opening the filing cabinets and gently humming a tune. She had the afternoon off, and she wasn't even supposed to be in there.He should tell her to get out of that suit put her jeans back on, and that sexy shirt that showed off those gorgeous breasts, and he would make sketches of her. He would paint her wrapped in his ducal blue velvet robe, which would spill open to reveal her delicious creamy skin and just the edge, or maybe one, of her raspberry coloured nipples. He wouldn't want too much showing there had to be something left to the imagination. He wondered if she waxed, did she have a landing strip like Georgie, which he always thought looked ridiculous, trimmed to within a millimetre of its life. What Ellie needed was a small neat triangle of silky curls. Or nothing at all.Jasper closed his eyes as he imagined his hands running up the smooth contours o