The Governess: An Erotic Regency Romance Novel

Sir Robinson’s intended said nothing else to her, but swept silently by, the heavy scent of some musky perfume following in her wake as she followed the other guests to the grand staircase. The doorknob across the hall rattled and Clara made a dash for the stairs to the third floor, not wanting to be caught by the man that had been with Nora. She also still hoped to follow Sir Robertson, but she was unable to get far, for a wall of black smoke billowed downward from the third floor and the crackling sound of fire forced her back. Panic bolted through her. Sir Robertson was still upstairs! She looked desperately back down the stairs for assistance, but the dark corridor below her was now empty, shadows replacing candlelight as the guests moved down to the first floor. She dashed back along the corridor, past the grand staircase, to the servants quarters. She turned a corner and ran straight into Matt, the footman. She would have collided with him, but he caught her in his arms.
“Miss Clara?” The moment he identified her, he pulled her into a tight hug. “Thank the lord,” he murmured, burying his face in her hair.
Clara felt his lean young body against hers, suddenly too aware that he was in his nightclothes and that she wore nothing but the thin shift. Her breasts rubbed against the satin-smooth material of her shift and she felt her nipples harden and grow sensitized as they rubbed against him. Shocked awareness flooded through her, and instantly, she remembered him touching her. Her body leapt in response, her legs quivering and growing weak. She found herself incapable of speech, her body completely uncaring