No Limits on Imagination!

This is the last bit of chapter...ummm, four I think.
Sorry about the delay...I had to edit B4 putting it up...

Happy Reads!

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Robert sat in his chair behind his desk and mindlessly rustled through his papers, forgetting what he was doing, his mind playing back to him the crestfallen face of Carmen as she exited his study. Damn. They’d only been here for five minutes and she was already distracting him! He forced himself not to undo his fly and relieve himself of the problem there. She was more than a distraction, she was torture.
And she was so desirable, he had to clamp his teeth together from the new surge of heat that flowed straight to his groin. He blew out a breath of frustration.
Pushing away from his desk, he rose and paced the small space in front of his desk furiously. He was so tempted to follow her up there and put his arms around her and request her forgiveness for his crude behavior.
He strolled to the door and climbed the stairs to the left of him. He ruled out the embrace and decided to do the latter. No sense in having an unhappy guest.
Robert opened the door to Carmen’s room, intending to apologize. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her fast asleep on the bed.
Instead of closing the door quietly and letting her alone like he should’ve done, he leaned against the door frame and watched her sleep on. There was something endearing about a sleeping woman that any man couldn’t resist. Or maybe it was this one particular woman sleeping that held his interest.
Carmen lay sideways on the bed her face turned to the wall, her hands resting comfortably by her face. Her eyelashes rested like dark crescent moons on the hot cocoa skin of her face. Her hair created a cloud of sensuous black silk around her, shining from the candlelight in the room. A faint sleeping flush painted her high cheekbones the color of a dark rose, and Robert smiled at her nearly childlike innocent face. It almost made him want to-
“Excuse me, your grace. The young miss ordered a bath. Does she still wish to have one?”
Robert nearly jumped out of his trousers at the young girl’s voice. “Um,” Robert looked at the sleeping Carmen and through her fatigue he could see the grime from the days on the dusty road clinging to it like a second skin. He knew she hadn’t purposefully fallen asleep, knew that she had been waiting for her bath before falling asleep, but she was already so tired and crowded with exhaustion that she had been swept off with it to oblivion. She’d done it countless of times as a child when they’d come from an adventure in the woods by his father’s workhouse. “Yes she does. Bring it in.”
He walked over to Carmen and nudged her awake. “So sorry to awake you from much needed rest, but I thought you might have wanted to take your bath before you slipped further into sleep.”
Carmen yawned and rubbed her eyes, and Robert had to force himself to step back before he did something irrational. Like clear that strand of hair that dropped into her eye. “Oh, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I just meant to sit down and wait for my bath.”
“I shall leave you to your bath now. Enjoy.”
And without fulfilling his purpose, he fled the room, leaving the maid to bustle around, preparing Carmen’s bath.
He went back to his study, pouring himself a glass of bourbon before returning to his armchair behind his desk. But he touched none of the things in front of him. Instead, while he sipped his drink, he thought of the past and the present and the possible future.
He was in so much pain, and he only knew there was much more to come. She’d be staying for well over two days. And, as his father taught him before he moved away to take his mother’s husband’s spot, it was very rude to ignore guests, even if the host was a lowly blacksmith.
He forced himself to work while he could, because he had a feeling that there wouldn’t be a lot being done for over a week.

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Okay, tell the truth...does it need to be fixed majorly?