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Today I will share the opening for my WIP, which was my NaNoWriMo story. It’s still in it’s early stages yet.
Cassie Reynolds was not quite certain whether to mourn her deceased husband, or to celebrate his untimely demise. The one thing which she was blessedly aware of was that Edgar Reynolds was dead and he could never, ever hurt her again. She realized, she was in far more danger from the man in front of her than she’d ever been in from her drunken, dissolute husband. Standing in the darkened rooms of their mean, chill home, the rooms silent and execrabley empty of all their possessions, she shivered as the flinty, ice blue eyes of Baron Hartwell flicked over her with undisguised lust.
The tall, lean man leaned in negligent disdain against the doorway, a thin brown cheerot clamped between his teeth. Cassie knew the acrid smell of its smoke would forever remain with her. “What can I do for you, my lord?” She despised how breathless and shaky her voice sounded to her own ears.
Hartwell removed the thin cigarette from between his thin lips and regarded it before deliberately flicking the ashes at her feet. “Your husband owed me money, Mrs. Reynolds. Quite a bit as a matter of fact.”
Cassie tried to swallow past the lump in her throat but was unsuccessful the first time. “How-how much,” she managed to choke out, fearing the worst.
His smile chilled her to the bone. “One thousand pounds.”
She scrabbled against the wall behind her, to steady herself. “I don’t have that kind of money, my lord. I could try and sell whatever I have left. I am proficient with a needle and can get a job–“
“Silence, Mrs. Reynolds.” He continued to stare at her, his gaze now fastened on her chest, where her breasts strained against the too-tight dress she wore. Edgar had never any coin left for her to purchase clothes for herself, or fabric to make any. Her skin crawled as a smile curled his lips.
“I do not wish to wait any longer. The debt has been open far too long. I want my money now.” His predatory smile sent gooseflesh prickling up her arms.
She licked her dry lips and shuddered as his icy blue stare locked on her mouth. “But I don’t have that kind of money,” she whispered.
The air barely moved, as without warning, he pinned her up against the wall, the muscles of his hard chest pressing into hers. His mouth hovered over her ear, as his fingers dug cruelly into her shoulders rendering her unable to move. “Then I will take it in services rendered, Mrs. Reynolds.”