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2.1 The Highlander And The Salesman (19th Countess Of Sutherland)

1 - 19th Countess Of Sutherland

The woman across from him who had been glaring outside the window for the last ten minutes, watching her youngest son Francis duel with the weapon's trainer, was maybe the most callous member of the female species Don had ever come across.

Finding his eyes, she finally broke the silence. "So you really think you can rid my land of this vermin, Mr. Draper, without shedding another drop of blood?"

"Yes, Milady. I promise the tenants will leave without bothering you again. You surely don't want any more of them coming onto your property, trying to make you feel guilty. It shouldn't be your problem they're starving."

She observed her fingernails. "No, it sure should not."

He eyed the bottle of whiskey behind her on the bar, he could really use a drink. Fighting the urge to drum his fingers on the polished desk, he studied the paintings on the wall. A family portrait caught his eye - the Countess with her husband, Lord Stafford, and their four children, George, Charlotte, Lizzy, and Francis.

Don had made sure to memorize the names of the little brats before the audience, some parents were crazy about their brood and took it personal if one didn't show interest. He had ran into Lizzy on the way in and the seventeen year old had sized him up with this glow in her eyes that girls her age had who wanted to finally get laid.

Her older sister had just tied the knot earlier in the year and Don was sure Lizzy was ready to jump the first suitable bachelor. Unfortunately, he didn't fit the bill since no noble blood ran through his veins, to the contrary - he was the illegitimate product of a prostitute and a drunken bastard who died when he was kicked in the face by a horse.

Don was able to escape his past when he switched identities with a dead soldier, yet his reputation as freelance factor still didn't permit him to move in certain circles. Lizzy's horny self would have to be patient though Don wouldn't mind doing the mother. Elizabeth Sutherland Leveson-Grover was really a very beautiful woman and her nasty character could easily be overlooked during times of romance. He shifted in his seat at the thought of how her milky skin might taste on his lips.

Her next words tore him from his fantasies. "What about Patrick Sellar? He has always provided good service to my family."

Don snorted. "With all due respect, Milady, but Sellar is a lawyer. He has no clue about the business of finesse. The Highland Land League has been highly criticizing the violence utilized by Sellar which will reflect negatively on your family. I understand that you might not give a damn but you should. No one wants to have their name in the history books as being a butcher during the Highland Clearances. Instead, you could be a hero, brining sheep farming to Scotland the peaceful way."

She gave him a small smile, playing absentmindedly with her wedding ring. "That would be nice." She chewed on her lip, deep in thought. "And you can guarantee me that all the tenants will have left by the end of the year."

Don triumphed, that deal was in the bag. "Yes, Milady. My services might be more expensive than Sellar's but in the long run, I'll save you a bunch of money. I will make it simple, but significant."

Elizabeth nodded. "Your approach might be the best, Mr. Draper. I appreciate you taking the time coming here and presenting your proposal, and I am really looking forward seeing more of you." She lowered her eyes with a slight blush.

Don grinned, that hussy was even hornier than her teen daughter. "Well, Milady, maybe one day, you even get a chance to show me your wonderful home."

She took the bait. "Well, maybe we should do that today. My husband will join me in a few days' time and stay a full month. You surely don't want to wait that long."

Don rose and briefly bowed. "That would be such an honor, Milady," - a glance at the whiskey on the bar - "and please, bring the bottle along. I love everything Scottish."

Her face was now flushed in a crimson red when she coyly gazed up at him under curved eyelashes. "Well, then I am really glad I'm Scottish."

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