“Lady Creighton-Ward, your driver is here.”
Thank goodness, thought Penny, Parker would get her home. All she needed to do was get to the door.
That final flute of champagne had taken her over her sensible limit. She knew she should have declined, and it was completely idiotic to have acquiesced, but rather than cause offence… oh dear, she was in a pickle. Only a few more steps and she could succumb to her slightly wobbly haze.
The bright indoor lights softed behind her as she blinked to focus in the sudden darkness of outside. FAB1 was easy to spot at the end of the entrance carpet, but that wasn’t Parker. They frame was wrong. As the figure turned, opening the rear door, her breath caught in her throat. She was sure her heart had pounded an extra beat as Gordon’s glorious caramel brown eyes looked up at her from under the peaked cap.
“Um…” she silently motioned with her hand to question Gordon’s presence and attire. She wasn’t confident enough to speak. That might have been the alcohol. It just as likely was not.
Good Lord he scrubbed up well. The grey chauffeurs dress uniform was most fetching on him. Oh dear, she had never thought of it in quite that way before.
“Parker asked for help. He’s had a slight emergency…. M’lady”
Oh dear Lord, he tipped his cap and winked. It was the alcohol. That wink made her heart feel all fluttery and fire images of things she really shouldn’t be thinking. Yes, it had to be the alcohol.
She concentrated on sitting down gracefully. Parker would have had the decency to never mention if she wobbled, but the joker of the Tracy pack she wasn’t so sure of.
He chatted about whatever rescue they had done earlier that day. Frankly she hardly registered a word and hoped she had approved and protested the conversation in the appropriate places.
His eyes sparkled back at her via the rear-view mirror, drawing unbidden thoughts though her mind. In an attempt to calm her thoughts she crossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together and concentrated on her breathing. A futile task it seemed. The fine material fluttered in the air conditioning sending a cool breeze under the hem. She shuddered at the delicious coolness against her skin.
Oh dear, that’s right. She had no underwear on. Why not? Oh that’s right, even the no VPL ones had shown an edge under the cut of the dress.
She had known for a time that he had bit of a crush on her. Little things like the way he lowered the tone of his voice around her. A shy look away when she caught him staring … and Gordon was anything but shy. He had a pretty fine set of genetics passed down to him. Confident, funny, outgoing. Wonderfully toned without an ounce of fat like a fine thoroughbred.
Oh my … it must be the alcohol… This was Gordon. Scott or John her father would have approved of…
One word.
One word and she could get him to pull over.
One word would be all she needed.
“Gordon?” she questioned softly
“Yes, M’lady?”, he cheekily grinned in the mirror.
No, she couldn’t. Not here. Even if she wanted to… and dear lord she wanted to right now…
“Nothing. How long till we are home?”
“About 5 minutes out from the Manor, M’lady.”
“Penelope … please.” She needed him to stop using that platitude. It suddenly felt so Lady Chatterley.
Gordon cocked a blonde brow, his lips quirked in amusement at her less than ladylike exit from FAB1. He held his elbow out as purchase and tugged on her arm, guiding her up the steps and through the door.
She stumbled slightly and he caught her, his arm sliding around her waist. “You had too much champagne,” he laughed.
So wonderfully safe, he wouldn’t let her fall … she caught his eye intending on informing him that there must be a lose tile she caught her heel on or something, that she wasn’t that drunk… as she turned his mouth was only inches from her… she could easily just…
“Cummon, M’laayyy …Penelope … let’s get you inside.”
He used the lower voice tone…
“It’s late, you should stay, would you like a nightcap?” she rushed out. “I’m sorry, that was very forward of me. Let me rephrase….”
Her calves nudged the chaise long. Thank goodness, she could sit. She wasnt sure how much longer her legs were going to hold out… and she had to concede to herself that it certainly wasn’t the alcohol.
“Are you sure you need a nightcap?” Gordon looked at her quizzically, “A large glass of water might be the better idea, if you give me a sec I can nip along to…”
“Brandy. Join me please.” she smiled sweetly, much steadier sitting on her bottom now.
“Join yo? Thanks but no. I am still technically on call, but I can sit with you for a few minutes before I’ll need to head off.” He poured her a glass from the decanter and handed it over. She was quite an amusing drunk, trying to keep up her ladylike facade but not quite managing her usual perfection.
“Why Gordon. That’s a large one you’re giving me.” She giggled.
“Lady Penelope… is that an innuendo?” he grinned back.
She downed the amber liquid. Dutch courage often helped.
“Sit, please.” she patted the chair next to her. He sat facing her so she wiggled slightly closer to him.
“Gordon? You like me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do Penelope.” There was that dazzling smile again.
Inhaling deeply she tried to focus on him… maybe a brandy top of copious amounts of champagne had not been the best idea.
“I think you misunderstand my question. You like me?”
He sat there looking like a rabbit in the headlights as he clicked her meaning. She couldn’t recall a time when he had said so little. Maybe she had misread the signs these last few months. She had been certain that on more than one occasion he had been openly flirting with her.
“Um… well…yeah, I guess.” he said carefully.
Never in a million years would he have expected this. She was drunk, she obviously wasn’t thinking straight. He’d had a feeling she was reciprocating slightly, but never had expected her to blantetly come out and ask him whether he…
She wobbled slightly as she balanced her knee on the sofa and climbed onto his lap.
“Penelope… I really think you’ve had too much to drink.” The held in near panic strained in his tone. In ANY other circumstances he would have been thrilled for this very situation.
In fact, in his dreams this might have happened quite a lot.
“Oh no… nonoonono… Penelope, that’s not a good idea.”
He rushed his hands behind her back to stop her pulling the back zip down any further. A shoestring strap had slid off her shoulder as the fabric loosened… all he needed to do was brush his arm down a mere inch and that fabric that was only just covering those soft round breasts he had often dreamed of…
Fuck, why did he have to have morals.
“Oh dear. Gordon, My zipper seems to be stuck… could you help me please.”
“Your zip isn’t stuck Lady P, it’s just not going any further down.”
He brushed her hands from her back, only for them to grip balance on his legs with her thumbs massaging up the insides of his thighs.
Grabbing her wrists he held them out to the sides.
“Seriously Penelope, would you just behave.”
“Please Gordon. Do you not want to?” She ghosted across his lips as she leaned forward. He caught a glimpse of darker pink flesh as she leaned towards him.
“Good grief Penny, of course I do, but not like this.”
“Penny? … I like it …” she buried her lips in the crook of his neck.
Her deep breath tickled his skin. conflicting thoughts
She felt deadweight and her breathing shallowed.
Gordon wasnt sure whether to be relieved or curse.
Gordon wasn’t sure what had just happened there. Well he was. She had more than just come onto him there.
The rather inebriated Lady Penelope was sound asleep on top of him, pinning him to the sofa. For someone so delicate and slim, her comatose drunken sleep made her weigh a tonne.
His communicator beeped. There was no chance he couldn’t reach it at the moment, and the current position was far too compromising with her straddling him for a visual link.
He wriggled the thin straps back up her arms and reached behind to pull the zip back up, peeling himself out from under her and sitting her down as gently he could.
His communicator beeped again… “Parker. Thank goodness. Her Ladyship is a bit … drunk and she’s dozed off.”
“H’i’ll be there shortly Master Tracy. H’i was concerned when h’you didn’t h’answer.”
“Yeah, i kinda had my hands full. See you soon.”
Gordon looked at the softly snoring pile of limbs.
He smiled, knowing she was oblivious. “Maybe next time.”
***
Around midnight his communicator beeped. After a quick calculation he knew it was late morning in the UK. A slightly concerned looking woman’s hologram popped up.
“Hello Lady P. How’s your head.”
A grimace ever so slightly twitched on her face.
“To be honest there is a herd of wild horses having a stampede in there. I would like to apologies for my intoxication last night. It was most unbecoming. I’m afraid I don’t really remember much after you picked me up last night. I hope I wasn’t .. too much of a bother.”
Even through the hologram he could see her cheeks had darkened.
“You were no trouble at all Lady P. If you ever need a last minute chauffeur please do call. Maybe next time you won’t fall asleep on me.” he chuckled.
“Oh, that’s… good then. Till the next time.” she smiled relieved as she blinked out.
“No-one would believe me even if I did say anything.” he laughed to himself.
4/11/17
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