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5. I'm telling you.

"I'm telling you that, It's never that bad And taking that something is where at"

What the Hell was I thinking when I climbed on that horse? First, I wasn't riding that well, seeing that the only time I did I was ten years old and I started crying when the horse jumped over a flower patch. Second, I really wasn't going to hit on George Wickham just to avenge Georgiana Darcy, was I?

So, that's really horrified with myself that I arrived, much to my content at least five minutes before the carriage, in Longbourne. The lad asked me if he could take care of the horse, but to be honest, I wanted to do it myself. I took the reins and drove the huge beast towards the stables, where I took the moors out and started to rub its dark robe.

Yeah, as you can guess, I know I was five minutes earlier than them because he entered the stables not long after I started taking care of the horse.

"I confess it, Miss Johnson, you're most surprising."

I could feel he wasn't far behind me, but I ignored his closeness, and most of all the feeling I had to push him against a wall and...do some kind of things that weren't really Christian to his glorious body... Anyway, I continued rubbing the horse. "In what way?"

"Oh, in many ways. First of all, I had to question the kindest Miss Kitty Bennett to be honoured with the knowledge of your name."

I snorted. "You didn't really ask for it." Yeah, really unusual sentence for that time, but hey, I wasn't in my right mind!

"That is true. But still, you climbed on this horse with such...pride and yet such...amateurism I feared you were insane. Which obviously you aren't."

I turned to face him and then searched for the horse's mantel. "I can be, if too annoyed."

I heard him giggle behind me. A cute giggle, a soft giggle. A sincere giggle. "I'm sure you can."

When I have found the mantel, I took it back to where the stallion was standing, and started to wrap to clothe around its tough body. And then, of course, Wickham started to help me closing the straps.

"Do you really need to do this? You are a lady, after all."

I looked at him from over the horse. "I am no lady, I'm afraid to disappoint you. You can lock your women eater's gaze upon someone else."

His eyebrows lifted and his lips formed the most insufferably irresistible smile. "What do you mean, gracious one?"

"You heard me. Go and play your silly game with someone else. Your tricks won't work with me." As if his looks weren't already driving me insane.

"Oh, but I am not seducing you, young lady. On the contrary, I am just trying to make acquaintance with someone close to the mysterious Miss Price." His smile widened.

Mine too. He really thought he would have me there? "My cousin will be glad to hear that."

He opened his mouth to reply, but a lad entered the stables, panting. "Sorry Miss, but there is a guest in Mr and Mrs' house and it would be appreciated if you went to meet him."

I sighed. "Right, thank you..." I waited for him to say his name but, obviously not used to that, he didn't respond until Wickham mouthed him "name".

"Oh, err, Davis, Miss. Me name is Davis."

"Thank you, then Davis. I suppose Mr Bennett is receiving his guest in his office?"

"Indeed he is, Miss."

I started to walk towards the exit door, only to stop and curtsy George. "T'was a real pleasure to meet you, Captain. I hope I will never see you again."

He smiled, probably thinking he had won me over.

I rolled my eyes and walked in front of him, winning myself the awkward feeling of having my ass being scanned... Not that I minded... I just hoped this devil of a gorgeous man would get out of my life as soon as I walked out.

I was sooo mistaken!

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