Yes I know, took far too long to update but GCSEs were looming. It is here now!
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No Gemma! Stop that Gemma!The little voice was still screaming head as I let my hand linger on his. I shouldn't have put it there is the first place but he was just so amazingly handsome. His body was perfect, so tantalizingly muscular I was having trouble stopping my hands from roaming over his hard chest. Oh, but his lips were so full, so deliciously soft looking. How I longed to press my own to his. I'd never felt like this before, how did this one boy – no man – have the power to do this to me?
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Gemma." Oh, how I love my name on his lips, how I yearned to hear the music of his voice again. I made the mistake of looking into his eyes and my legs threatened to give way beneath me. One of his glossy black curls flopped on his left eye and his long eyelashes brushed against it as he blinked. He was so beautiful but it was his eyes that mesmerized me, they were like a peat bog, one I could feel myself sinking into yet was quite happy to let it happen. They surrounded me, suffocated me but at that moment, the need to breath seemed ridiculously insignificant.
It was the horse, Bracken, who eventually set her free. Tired of waiting he nudged her head. Wake up Gemma, and get a move on before he starts to think you are dim. You can't afford to lose this job. He won't be interested in you, just forget it.
"Come on Brack, lets get you untacked." Oh bugger, what was I doing riding Bracken? Mr Johnston is going to kill me!
I started leading the horse into the stable block and noticed that Mr Kartik was still following me. What was he doing? Did he want to talk to me more? My heart thrilled at the thought and it caught me off guard. That had never happened before, it was always me and the horses. That was all that mattered. Making sure I survived. Now this man had appeared and had me completely obsessed. Oh he is looking at me what should I do? Maybe he just needs company. Maybe he wants me as desperately as I want him. Silly Gemma, he doesn't want you. You're his maid he'll just want you to do something for him and you do not want him desperately. You've just had a tiring ride; the blood mustn't have all reached your brain yet. Wake up girl."
"I'm sorry sir. Did you want something?" Good girl, now just keep that cool look. You are not interested in him. Just think of all the rich ladies he'll have fawning over him. Yes, of course with those eyes, and those lips and oh his body….
No Gemma, stop that, repeat after me. I do not like him. I am not interested. I do not like him, I am not interested. Yes that's it girl. Let's just imagine him as an old man. Imagine him as Mr Johnston, and then you could do your job right .But… Get a grip girl, now, repeat again. He is just stuck up, pompous old man.He's just a stuck up pompous old man. Oh lord, what am I doing, having a conversation with myself? I must be going mad!
Oh bugger! His lips are moving, what did he just say? He doesn't want anything? Oh damn he's leaving. Oh that's good, I want him to leave yes I want him to leave. Damn, no I don't!
I turned and finished up with the horse before walking dejectedly back to the house. I don't really know what has upset me so much but I know that I am upset. On my way round to the servants' entrance I study the house. It is so beautiful. Houses like this always make me envious. Why can't I have such beautiful things as these? Why can't I spend my days wearing fabulous silks and dancing with handsome men at balls? Handsome men like Mr Kartik. For a moment I imagine myself in a long green ball gown, almost floating down the glorious stairs to a ball room. I reach the bottom and there he is, looking unfairly handsome in a smart suit. "May I have this dance Miss Gemma?" He asks, his voice as smooth as the silk I wear.
"Why of course you may, Mr Kartik." And then we are dancing, swirling, spinning, floating.
Then it fades. Once again I am standing in the mud, wearing my old ragged dress. I will never have that.
I continue my path towards the kitchen but I cannot resist one last glance at the house. Almost instantly I spot him. A dark shadow at the second floor window. His hair catching the afternoon sun and his alluring eyes boring into mine. It takes all my will power to look away and walk into the safety of the kitchen. What was I going to do? This job was going to be harder than I thought.
By eleven o'clock that night, my chores were all done and I crawled, aching, into my bed in the attic. I pulled the covers up to my chin and one of the other maids I shared the room with blew the candle out. We would have to be up early in the morning.
Just then my ginger cat, Jasper, jumped onto my chest. I started absent mindedly stroked him as I thought. Tomorrow I would officially start my duties as Mr Kartik's maid. I'm not sure I can do it. He is so beautiful.
"I'll give it a shot, Jasp." I whisper hardly audible, "but I'm not making any promises. It looks like we might be moving on again quite soon."
I fell asleep almost instantly but I could swear I heard an indignant meow before I drifted into unconsciousness. Guess who starred in my dreams!
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