He could almost picture Jessie the mistress of her own home—a house not too grand, but with a fair patch of land, enough to provide security. A house he should have had by now, had it not been for that contemptible charlatan, Ivor Wallace—a man who made money out of others and affected grand airs. With effort Gregor excluded Wallace from the pleasant picture he was currently enjoying.
The corset was much admired by both women. Had Jessie ever had such a gift before? He doubted it, although she was a strange, mysterious woman. The more he thought he understood her…well, the more she took him by surprise.
The two of them strained and chuckled, intent on adjusting the luxurious undergarment. Every penny had been well spent, Gregor mused, as he watched Jessie’s breasts surge up from the edge of the corset as it tightened. The dip between her breasts was shadowed and enticing, the two hillocks of flesh swelling in such a way that his hands itched to rove over them. His cock was hardening, but the sight alone was to be savored, and he aimed to temper his reaction, to string out each morsel of pleasure the situation might offer.
“Is it a pleasing sight, Gregor?” Jessie called out at that moment, as if she could tell where his thoughts had wandered.
“It is indeed most attractive.” Gregor granted her a nod and a smile. He did not want her to fix on impressing him—she was devious enough in that respect already, and needed no further encouragement—but he could not deny her the compliment when she looked so radiant.
Morag had taken the blue dress and was lifting it over Jessie’s head. When it fell into place, the maid moved around her, pulling it quickly into place. When the fastenings were done and Morag was applying her final tweaks to the delicate lace along the bosom, Jessie turned to face his way. Looking at him from beneath lowered eyelashes, she ran her hand along Morag’s waist, stroking the other woman while Morag fussed over the neckline of the gown.
Gregor’s curiosity sharpened. He’d presumed the dress would absorb her complete attention for some time, but she was definitely taunting him. Had she been watching him all along? He lifted one eyebrow, quizzing her.
She responded immediately, acknowledging their silent connection. A mischievous smile appeared, and then she took action. She wandered over to him as if parading the dress. When she got close, she dipped down and whispered, “You said you believed my powers of seduction were good this morning.”
“Indeed.”
“May I entertain you some more…in that respect?”
Curious as to her meaning, he nodded.
She paraded back to Morag, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the way the dress swung as she walked.
“It is beautiful, Miss Jessie,” Morag said.
“It is.” Arresting the buxom servant’s face in her hands, she kissed her cheek. “Look, Morag, Mister Ramsay is enjoying the sight of us together.”
Lord, but she is a vixen.
Nodding in his direction, she drew the other woman’s attention to him. Morag gave a gruff chortle and her cheeks colored. She did not, however, blink or look away coyly, which fascinated him, for he’d assumed her a shy, pragmatic sort.
“In fact,” Jessie added, in a seductive tone, “I am sure he would offer you a few coins to watch us together.” Her glance sidled over to meet his, and there was a challenge in her eyes.
Now that was an interesting proposal, but once again she was taking liberties. Gregor’s brows lifted. He should put her back in her place. However, his curiosity about her intentions and the thought of seeing the two of them “entertain him” were most enticing. He was already growing hard, and now his cock was straining the cloth of his breeches.
He wondered briefly if she was doing this because of what had passed between them the night before. Was she trying to impress him with her own abilities?
Aside from his state of arousal, the proposal intrigued him. How skilled was Jessie? He already knew how she could affect him, but if she was to infiltrate Ivor Wallace’s manor house, it would be good to know she could charm anyone who might stand in her way. That seemed justification enough to let the two of them cavort.
“Together?” Morag quizzed. “Whatever do you mean, Miss Jessie?”
“Well now,” she responded, her fingers teasing the other woman’s hair, as if they were discussing nothing more than the latest fashion for one’s tresses, “would you let me embrace you?”
How confident she was, Gregor noticed. The gown, perhaps.
Morag thought for a moment, her expression stoic. “I suppose so.”
Jessie hummed aloud as if pleased, and stroked her hands around the outside of Morag’s ample breasts. “And would you let me undress you?”
The maid didn’t respond, but she had not run from the room in horror. In fact, her cheeks were rosier than before, and her eyes wide and fixed, as if she was enjoying Jessie’s caresses immensely.
“Undressed?” she exclaimed as Jessie stroked her. “T’would be for him, Mister Ramsay, to look at me?”
“Aye.”
Reaching into his pocket, Gregor pulled out some coins and rolled them in his palm, as if ready to count them. Morag’s eyes widened with interest, and her body leaned instinctively into Jessie’s touch.
“I suppose I might.”