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“And who is this?” she asked, looking up at the painting. The man stood in front of the very estate she stood in, his regal expression clearly seen. “That is Lord Scott. He is my ancestor who built the country estate. Now come, I have no time to waste. Let me show you were you will be sleeping while you are here, then we will move on to the list of phone…” The woman’s voice, heavy with an English accent, continued as they moved along the hallway. Glancing back for one last look of the handsome male, she followed the older woman, not able to get him out of her mind.



She stood in front of the painting hours later, the house quiet but for the clock chiming. As far as housesitting jobs, this one was more then anyone could ask for. A leather-covered book was in her hand, borrowed from the study, she was walking to her room…but unable to walk by this painting.



He wore black riding boots to his knees; the white color pantaloons hugged his thighs. She turned her head a little to the side, looking at his waist, trim and fit, even thru several layer of clothing. The wine color tailcoat, strips vest just visual under the edge of the coat showed no sign of extra weight. His white cravate filled in the area of his chest, and the curly short hair meets it at the sides. His hat held at his side in one hand, a gold tip cane in his other hand.



“I wonder if you were a true gentleman. Or buck wild in bed?” She smiled and looked to the portraits on each side of him, one an older male, the other an older woman. She moved to look at the brass plate at the bottom and read the names. “Parents, and were is your wife?” She crossed her arms over her chest, and looked up into his brown eyes, the sideburns thick, the curls at the his forehead… she rubbed her hand along her arm, thinking of what it would feel to play with the silky looking hair.



The ringing of the phone made her jump. She glanced once more upon his face, and then ran to answer. It was the owner, arriving into London, and wishing to check on things. “Ever thing is fine, madam.” She looked up at the stairs, thinking she felt a breeze come from them. She would need to check the windows before she went to bed. She turned her attention back to the woman, turning away from the stairway.