Intoxicated

Lilly

Lilly

How much transition can a few alcoholic drink bring in you?

A little bit? Not so much? A lot?

Well, in Mr Ambrose’s case you would have to go with the latter.

Because Mr Rikkard Ambrose-I-am-a-cold-block-of-stone was actually complimenting someone, and not only someone, he was complimenting me! His rational thinking had vanished with the drink somewhere in his stomach, maybe even digested by now. He was even willing to jump down the ship!

And now?

Well, he was leaning in and making me feel hot all over in the process with his hand on my back and his face so close to mine. And considering the look in his eyes, I knew what was coming next.

Bloody hell, you couldn't let that happen!

I suddenly remembered that as the voice spoke. As much as I liked where it was headed to, we were too much in cover of prying eyes of polite society to do that. No matter how much of undeniable passion we had, we could not do things with everyone on watch.

Just when Mr Ambrose had been casually lying over me and the guard saw us, I had a hard time explaining what was his purpose on top of me that did not involve fornicating deeds. On top of that, Mr Ambrose had to come there and make his presence known in a royal way.

Before anyone could come to a conclusion that I have a care for thoughts of society on my doings, let your misunderstandings be cleared. The only reason why I was concerned was this was not Mr Ambrose’s ship where he had all control over everything. It was bound by its own ways and regulations of society. For all I know, we could be kicked out for such an act, even ostracised in England.

Mr Ambrose was practically a celebrity in England. If we ever get caught doing what we do, the news would spread like a forest wildfire that the richest man in England was having an affair with someone like me. I shuddered at the very thought. He would have my head cut off for making him drink alcohol.

And now the drunk son of a bachelor was about to kiss me!

Do something!

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed. It wasn't with much force, but it was enough to draw him back. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me.

‘We can go up, at the roof.’ I suggested.

He crossed his hands.

‘Why?’ Playfulness hinting in his eyes.

‘We can.. Um… see the pearls better!’ I said with a smile as I suddenly remembered his words not so long ago and my cheeks heated.

I did not deem the thought with much time as I took his hand and went toward the stairway that led to the roof of the ship. No one went there, probably because it was cold at this time and it was late. He, surprisingly, didn't protest, just glared at me icily for doing that.

We went to the staircase, with him following my lead and our hands entwined. The cold hair hit my face as we ran into the free space. It felt as if it was no one else but us. As if it was our moment as I almost dragged him through the stairs.

Halfway or so, due to my incessant dragging, he couldn't keep up with my pace and due to his hazed mind he lost his balance and his legs buckled as he tripped off the stairs and fell. Mr Ambrose actually fell.

I did not even realize that we were holding hands, so I stumbled onto the ground with him beside me. Uttering a list of profanities and rubbing my generous behind, I tried to get up.