Unwanted

Chapter 9

A/N: I'm so sorry that I fell off the grid for a little while. I have no excuse, and I truly apologize. I hope you will forgive me :) 

Also, special shoutout to one of my best friends (from real life) who is reading this now and has been an enormous help in deciding where this story will go. You know who you are :) 

Enjoy! 

Benjamin had been sitting in a carriage for 5 days straight when his eyes finally caught sight of his father's London estate. He breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly awaited escaping the confines of the carriage. His long legs were far too cramped in the small space and five days without company was rather dull indeed.

The sun had long since set when he pulled up in front of the estate but he could still see a few candles flickering in the windows of the front rooms.

Benjamin quickly climbed out of the carriage and stretched his legs, thankful for the reprieve. His legs were sore after nearly two weeks without activity and he vowed to ask Jack to meet him for a bout of fencing on the morrow.

The servants began to unload his belongings from the carriage and he hurried up the dark stone steps into the house.

He nodded quickly at Mr. Twombly and asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of my father Twombly?"

"I'm afraid he is at the club this evening," Twombly responded sagely.

"I see, I shall just have to speak to him in the morning," Benjamin acknowledged. "Twombly, I am going to write a missive that needs to be sent first thing in the morning, can you send a footman up to my chambers to retrieve it in a few minutes?"

"Of course sire. Will that be all?" Twombly replied.

"Yes I believe so. I am going to retire for the night, traveling is quite wearying."

Benjamin quickly turned on his heel and strode up the white marble staircase that dominated the foyer and off to his chambers. He was comforted by the familiar smell when he entered his chambers and looked around to see that nothing had been disturbed. The maids had changed the linens on his large, four poster bed but had left his desk untouched.

The desk, like the rest of the furniture in the room, was made of dark wood and was intricately carved. The room had a definitively masculine feel with dark woods and deep green bedclothes with golden threads accenting the linens and drapes.

Sitting down at his desk, Ben quickly penned an invitation to Ms. Rathbourne for tea the following day and handed it off to the footman when he arrived.

Utterly exhausted from the long journey and in good spirits due to his impending tea with Ms. Rathbourne the following day, Benjamin quickly undressed and climbed into his bed before falling into a deep sleep.

Benjamin awoke refreshed and well rested in his own bed for the first time in a fortnight. He lazed in his bed for a few moments, recalling vividly the gloriously delicious dream he'd had of Alexa Rathbourne that night.

His body begged him to do something about his arousal which throbbed uncomfortably beneath the sheets. He reveled for a few moments in the imagined silky smooth texture of the skin on her breasts and the soft curves of her hips beneath her dresses. He would certainly have to school is features not to give himself away when she came for tea later.

After a few more minutes of fantasizing and several more of attempting to convince himself to start his day, Benjamin dragged himself from his bed and his indecent thoughts about Alexa Rathbourne with a fair amount of popping, cracking and groaning. The last several days in the carriage had certainly taken a toll on his body.