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Authors: Virginia Wade
don’t agree with, but…we can discuss
them tomorrow.” She smiled enticingly. “There are other matters I’d
rather contend with.” Her hand was on my thigh. “Wouldn’t you
say?”
The way the candlelight danced off her face
made her look beguilingly beautiful. Her expression was predatory,
yet seductive, which I found arousing. Men were hardly as forward,
with the exception of that roguish train robber. But…that had been
exciting, and just thinking about the way he had looked at me made
the muscles in my pussy clench. The kiss we shared was singed in my
memory, and it brought back every feeling, every nuance, including
the way he had smelled. I could almost pick up the scent right now,
leather and musk.
“She’s thinking about something,” murmured
Isabelle. “She’s flushed completely.”
“That’d be the handsome outlaw,” laughed
Millie. “What was the bandit’s name? Brack? Ah…Brack Corbett. I
think he stole more than her engagement ring.”
“Oh, hush.”
“Is that so? I’ve heard of the Corbett Gang.
They’re in the papers often.”
“He…he was a scoundrel.” I bit my lower lip,
and Isabelle gazed at my mouth hungrily. “It doesn’t matter. He can
choke on the ring for all I care.” Her hand massaged my thigh,
which sent a rush of flutters to my tummy.
“We could play act, if you want,” murmured
Isabelle. “I could be the robber, and you could be my victim.”
Excitement suddenly animated her features. “That’s it!” She got to
her feet. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” She fled the room.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“You didn’t have to mention that train
robber, Millie. It wasn’t necessary.”
“He’s on your mind.”
“No, he isn’t.”
“Oh, yes he is. I saw the way you kissed him.
I was there.”
“I had no choice.”
“Ha!”
I squared my shoulders. “Are you
jealous?”
“Of gutter trash?” She snorted. “No.”
“I think you are.”
“I can’t leave you alone, ever. I turn my
back, and you’re being molested. You weren’t putting up much of a
fight.”
“Stop judging me, Millie. You’re one to talk
about molesting. What about the first time you tried to—” My breath
caught in my throat. In the doorway stood Isabelle dressed in
trousers, boots, and an overcoat. There was a wide-brim hat on her
head. “Good lord.”
She held a revolver; the weapon was pointed
at me. “Don’t worry. It’s not loaded.”
Millie’s hand went to her mouth. “Oh, what a
sight,” she laughed.
“What on earth are you doing?” It was then
that I realized I adored Isabelle. She was as spirited and fearless
as I wished to be. Either that, or she had completely lost her
marbles. “Why, I never…”
“This here is a train robbery.” Her voice was
low and gravelly. Hand over your money and jewelry.” She pointed
the gun at me. “Go on, young lady. I know you’re hiding your
valuables. Remove that dress.” Millie shook her head, clearly
entertained. “I won’t be sayin’ it again.” It sounded as if she
were trying to accent her voice as well.
Seeing the hat and the gun brought back a
flood of naughty memories. I decided to play along. “I won’t, you
scoundrel!”
She stalked towards me, her boots sounding
hollow on the wooden floor. “Take off that dress or I’ll rip it
from you. Don’t think I won’t.”
“But…that’s unseemly.”
“I don’t care nothin’ about decorum. All I
want is what you’re hiding on your person. Take ‘em off.”
“She’s a wonderful train robber,” quipped
Millie.
Isabelle pivoted, pointing the gun at her.
“You hush, woman! You’ll be next.”
She held up her hands in defense. “Oh, my
goodness gracious. You’re truly the worst sort of train robber. You
should be ashamed of yourself for terrorizing the regular
folk.”
“Just sit there, and be quiet.” The gun was
pointed at me again. “Take ‘em off, little lady. I won’t say it
again.”
“You’re a big, mean
them tomorrow.” She smiled enticingly. “There are other matters I’d
rather contend with.” Her hand was on my thigh. “Wouldn’t you
say?”
The way the candlelight danced off her face
made her look beguilingly beautiful. Her expression was predatory,
yet seductive, which I found arousing. Men were hardly as forward,
with the exception of that roguish train robber. But…that had been
exciting, and just thinking about the way he had looked at me made
the muscles in my pussy clench. The kiss we shared was singed in my
memory, and it brought back every feeling, every nuance, including
the way he had smelled. I could almost pick up the scent right now,
leather and musk.
“She’s thinking about something,” murmured
Isabelle. “She’s flushed completely.”
“That’d be the handsome outlaw,” laughed
Millie. “What was the bandit’s name? Brack? Ah…Brack Corbett. I
think he stole more than her engagement ring.”
“Oh, hush.”
“Is that so? I’ve heard of the Corbett Gang.
They’re in the papers often.”
“He…he was a scoundrel.” I bit my lower lip,
and Isabelle gazed at my mouth hungrily. “It doesn’t matter. He can
choke on the ring for all I care.” Her hand massaged my thigh,
which sent a rush of flutters to my tummy.
“We could play act, if you want,” murmured
Isabelle. “I could be the robber, and you could be my victim.”
Excitement suddenly animated her features. “That’s it!” She got to
her feet. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” She fled the room.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“You didn’t have to mention that train
robber, Millie. It wasn’t necessary.”
“He’s on your mind.”
“No, he isn’t.”
“Oh, yes he is. I saw the way you kissed him.
I was there.”
“I had no choice.”
“Ha!”
I squared my shoulders. “Are you
jealous?”
“Of gutter trash?” She snorted. “No.”
“I think you are.”
“I can’t leave you alone, ever. I turn my
back, and you’re being molested. You weren’t putting up much of a
fight.”
“Stop judging me, Millie. You’re one to talk
about molesting. What about the first time you tried to—” My breath
caught in my throat. In the doorway stood Isabelle dressed in
trousers, boots, and an overcoat. There was a wide-brim hat on her
head. “Good lord.”
She held a revolver; the weapon was pointed
at me. “Don’t worry. It’s not loaded.”
Millie’s hand went to her mouth. “Oh, what a
sight,” she laughed.
“What on earth are you doing?” It was then
that I realized I adored Isabelle. She was as spirited and fearless
as I wished to be. Either that, or she had completely lost her
marbles. “Why, I never…”
“This here is a train robbery.” Her voice was
low and gravelly. Hand over your money and jewelry.” She pointed
the gun at me. “Go on, young lady. I know you’re hiding your
valuables. Remove that dress.” Millie shook her head, clearly
entertained. “I won’t be sayin’ it again.” It sounded as if she
were trying to accent her voice as well.
Seeing the hat and the gun brought back a
flood of naughty memories. I decided to play along. “I won’t, you
scoundrel!”
She stalked towards me, her boots sounding
hollow on the wooden floor. “Take off that dress or I’ll rip it
from you. Don’t think I won’t.”
“But…that’s unseemly.”
“I don’t care nothin’ about decorum. All I
want is what you’re hiding on your person. Take ‘em off.”
“She’s a wonderful train robber,” quipped
Millie.
Isabelle pivoted, pointing the gun at her.
“You hush, woman! You’ll be next.”
She held up her hands in defense. “Oh, my
goodness gracious. You’re truly the worst sort of train robber. You
should be ashamed of yourself for terrorizing the regular
folk.”
“Just sit there, and be quiet.” The gun was
pointed at me again. “Take ‘em off, little lady. I won’t say it
again.”
“You’re a big, mean