Rose ~ The desire was palpable
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He asked for the wine. The butler looked at the Lady of the house. Rose did’t dare look up. The butler cleared his throat and said, “Yes Sir, what would you like?” feeling very uncomfortable.
“Well it’s a celebration tonight. Isn’t it Rose?” while his index finger circled the rim of the crystal wine glass. The ruffles on his sleeves dangled. Rose remembering his hands ravaging her body.
“Why don’t you bring us Rose’s favorite.” The butler hurried through the kitchen to get to the wine cellar sooner. He said to Molly, “They’re at it again.” and he shook his head. Molly following the butler down to the cellar said, “Well it’s Friday, what did you expect. The only reason this house is bearable is when Sir Robert Kingsley is gone.”
Rose, who remained stoic, while staring at the fire as it danced on the candles. The flickering was mounting and her anger was increasingly palpable. Feeling the fire inside her. Her eyes luminescent from his view.
She took one deep breath and responded, “Yes, if you want to call it that.” said Rose.
After the butler served them the wine in the finest sparkling crystal wine glasses; he left. Sir Robert stood up and toasted to Rose. He said to Rose,
“To you my darling Rose. The pink rose when I first set my eyes on you. Now a very vibrant fiery red rose. All grown up now.”
Under her silent breath, Rose thought, “Yes, well it’s much more than I can say for you.”
“Do you have anything to add my dearest Rose?”
Here was the invitation. Take your time Rose. Choose your words carefully…
“To you Robert and our 10th year anniversary.” She could barely smile and barely tasted the wine, now in her delicate condition. The fool he was swaggering with his gilded facade.
“Well, my darling that’s a perfect sentiment for our day of celebration. Has it been 10 years? I could have sworn we were just married by the last time we shared a bed and you allowed my hands to roam through your heavenly body. How could I forget that last night of lascivious desire for my beautiful Rose. You felt so much fuller and softer to me.” Looking at her with that intensity, the ogling desire making him harder.
He was teasing her. But Rose would bite back just as soon as she had the upper hand.
“No, how could you forget the last night. I remember it well and now I have something to remind me as well.” said Rose.
Sir Robert didn’t like that tone in her voice and his left eyebrow flickered. But Rose caught the glimpse of that and now who had the upper hand?
He cleared his throat. “Well you’re talking in riddles my dear Rose. What are you hiding from me this time.”
“Hiding you say?” and she laughed. “I have nothing to hide. My reputation is in tact. Your’s shall we say, has seen better days.” said Rose cool, calm and collected.
“Well then, I think we should continue our celebration throughout the whole night? What do you think my beautiful Rose.” He hinted.
She could already tell he had been drinking before they sat to have supper together. She already regretted her choice to sit with him, instead of eating her supper in her own private quarters. But she was hungrier this time and not necessarily for him to pleasure himself.
“Let’s eat it. I don’t like for my food to get cold.” she said. There was this uncomfortable silence between them while they chewed their food and tried to avoid each other’s eyes. It wasn’t like him to get this nervous. Looking at her with this suspicion. She was definitely different tonight and he could sense it.