Forced to His Bed Ch. 02

Lord Reardon whistled to himself the next day. Tonight would be his revenge. His men had snatched the girl out of her bed this night. No one would know she was missing until it was too late.

He could not help but smile at the idea of Mr. Anderson having to collect his precious daughter from Jennings. The place was little more than a brothel, with its red carpets, red and gold décor, mirrors, and cut crystal it was a nice brothel, but a brothel none the less.

"Do you have her?" He asked the man when he arrived at Jennings. He hated dealing with scum like this, but one must do, what one must do.

"Follow me Guv. Got her nice and drugged just like you asked." Reardon followed the man, curling nose at the smell the man left in his wake.

The two went through the front all to the back rooms and to the last door on the right. "Got her drugged and dressed, just like ye asked."

The man opened the door and Reardon could not help but gasp at the image she made. Standing in the middle of the room the girl stood wrapped in nothing but a long strip of red satin. It wound through her legs around her hips across her breast and over one shoulder.

Her head fell back but her eyes were almost closed. Her hair was longer than he had imagined falling gently to the curve of waist. She was gently swaying to the soft music that filtrated from the front rooms.

"When I give you the signal, bring her to me. When I tell you to put her in my room don't forget to give her this."

Reardon held out a small flask of liquid. "It will make her hornier than a bitch in heat." Reardon tore his eyes from the girl and left the room. God, maybe he should just take the girl himself and force her to marry him.

His mind wondered to that very agreeable thought. Yes, if Ashwell did not show tonight, that was what he would do. He almost felt depressed when he saw Ashwells dark head across the room, almost.   "I'm afraid I am short of funds." Reardon looked at Ashwell waiting a response. As usual Ashwell just looked at him with those black eyes and gave him a withering look and did not bother to give a verbal respond.

"I do have something else, you might like." Reardon signaled the man to bring Nicole. "I'll understand if you don't want what I'm offering but perhaps you should look before you decide."

Sinclair glanced towards the direction that Reardon had turned. Sinclair felt an instant bolt of awareness run through him straight into his cock leaving him hard and uncomfortable.

A smelly little man brought the most exquisite creature Sinclair had ever seen over to their table.

What was Reardon doing with such a treasure? Forcing himself to appear nonchalant Sinclair spoke to everyone and no one in particular. "It is well known that I do not dally with leftovers."

His voice filled with disgust, Reardon felt his chance at revenge might slip away if he did not speak up quickly. "She is not leftover's."

He continued on. "I, nor any other member of the ton has had her. Although, I have been assured she is well versed in the art of giving pleasure from the proprietor." Reardon could see the thoughts turning in Sinclair's mind.

This was as close as Reardon had ever gotten through that arctic façade. "If you don't want her Sinclair, I will take her off your hands." It was Spencer who spoke first.

Sinclair could not stop himself as his eyes slid back to the delicate female standing there so quiet and still. He could not help but shudder with an intense desire that he had not felt in years.

All eyes strained to imagine the girl without her red strip of satin.

All eyes except Reardon's he quietly watched Ashwell's response to the girl. "I accept."

Those were the first words Ashwell had ever spoke directly to Reardon while looking him in the eye.

Reardon had not expected the thrill of excitement at the dark tones the mans voice carried. Yes, Ashwell would be right to bring the girl down.

"Put her in my room and leave her." Sinclair motioned to his man.

Reardon played his last card. He knew that he would lose. That was the easiest part to his plan, losing to Ashwell.