An Offer From a Gentleman (Cinderella)

Chapter 17

Sophie’s mouth dropped open in horrified surprise. He wanted to take her to his home?

“That’s not quite the reaction I expected,” Benedict said dryly. “It will certainly be more pleasant than your employment here. At the very least, I can assure you you won’t be raped. What do you say?”

Sophie glanced frantically at the three men who had intended to rape her. She really didn’t have a choice. Benedict Bridgerton was her only means off the Cavender property. She knew she couldn’t possibly work for his mother; to be in such close proximity to Benedict and still have to be a servant would be more than she could bear. But she could find a way to avoid that later. For now she just needed to get away from Phillip.

She turned to Benedict and nodded, still afraid to use her voice. She felt as if she were choking inside, although she wasn’t certain whether that was from fear or relief.

“Good,” he said. “Shall we be off?”

She gave a rather pointed look at the arm that was still holding her hostage.

“Oh, for the love of God,” Benedict snarled. “Will you let go of her or will I have to shoot your damned hand off?”

Benedict wasn’t even holding a gun, but the tone of his voice was such that the man let go instantly.

“Good,” Benedict said, holding his arm out toward the maid. She stepped forward, and with trembling fingers placed her hand on his elbow.

“You can’t just take her!” Phillip yelled.

Benedict gave him a supercilious look. “I just did.”

“You’ll be sorry you did this,” Phillip said.

“I doubt it. Now get out of my sight.”

Phillip made a huffy sound, then turned his friends and said, “Let’s get out of here.” Then he turned to Benedict and added, “Don’t think you shall ever receive another invitation to one of my parties.”

“My heart is breaking,” Benedict drawled.

Phillip let out one more outraged snort, and then he and his two friends stalked back to the house.

Sophie watched them walk away, then slowly dragged her gaze back to Benedict. When she’d been trapped by Phillip and his leering friends, she’d known what they wanted to do to her, and she’d almost wanted to die. And then, all of a sudden, there was Benedict Bridgerton, standing before her like a hero from her dreams, and she’d thought maybe she had died, because why else would he be here with her unless she was in heaven?

She’d been so completely and utterly stunned, she’d almost forgotten that Phillip’s friend still held her pinned against him and was grabbing her behind in a most humiliating manner. For one brief second the world had melted away, and the only thing she could see, the only thing she knew, was Benedict Bridgerton.

It had been a moment of perfection.

such events. But she’d only known him for a few short hours. Perhaps she’d misjudged him. She closed her eyes in agony. For the past two years, the memory of Benedict Bridgerton had been the brightest light in her drab and dreary life. If she’d misjudged him, if he was little better than Phillip and his friends, then she’d be left with nothing.

Not even a memory of love.

That was irrefutable. Maybe it didn’t really matter why he’d come to Phillip’s party, only that he had,

“Are you all right?” he suddenly asked.

Sophie nodded, looking him squarely in the eye, waiting for him to recognize her.

“Are you certain?”

She nodded again, still waiting. It had to happen

“Good. They were handling you roughly.”

all right.” Sophie chewed on her lower lip. She had no idea how he would react once he realized who she was.

“How much time will it take

dumbly, then realized she was still holding her satchel. “It’s all

“Smart girl,” he murmured approvingly.

at him, unable to believe he hadn’t recognized her.

“Let’s be off, then,” he said. “It makes me ill just to be on Cavender’s property.”

Sophie said nothing, but her chin jutted slightly forward, and her head tilted to the side as she watched his face.

“Are you certain you’re all

Two years ago, when she’d met him, half

Her hair had been lightly powdered, making it seem blonder than it actually was. Furthermore, she’d since cut it and sold the locks to a wigmaker. Her previous long waves were now short curls.

to feed her,

And when one got right down to it, they’d only been in each other’s company a mere hour and

She stared at him, right into his eyes. And that was when she knew.

He wasn’t going to recognize her.

He had no idea who she was.

Sophie didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

It was clear to all of the guests at the Mottram ball Thursday

It is the opinion of This Author that the two are well matched indeed.

LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS, 30

Ten minutes later, Sophie was sitting next to Benedict Bridgerton in his phaeton.

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