An Offer From a Gentleman (Cinderella)
Chapter 25
Sophie shot a desperate look at Benedict. He replied with a don’t-look-to-me-for-help shrug. Besides, he rather enjoyed watching Mrs. Crabtree fuss over her. He’d be willing to bet that the poor girl hadn’t been fussed over in years.
“I was very busy yesterday,” Sophie hedged.
Benedict frowned. She’d probably been busy running from Phillip Cavender and the pack of idiots he called friends.
Mrs. Crabtree shoved Sophie into the seat behind the desk. “Eat,” she ordered.
Benedict watched as Sophie tucked into the food. It was obvious that she was trying to put on her best manners, but eventually hunger must have gotten the best of her, because after a minute she was practically shoveling the food into her mouth.
It was only when Benedict noticed that his jaw was clamped together like a vise that he realized he was absolutely furious. At whom, he wasn’t precisely certain. But he did not like seeing Sophie so hungry.
They had an odd little bond, he and the housemaid. He’d saved her and she’d saved him. Oh, he doubted his fever from the night before would have killed him; if it had been truly serious, he’d still be battling it now. But she had cared for him and made him comfortable and probably hastened his road to recovery.
“Will you make certain she eats at least another plateful?” Mrs. Crabtree asked Benedict. “I’m going to make up a room for her.”
“In the servants’ quarters,” Sophie said quickly.
“Don’t be a silly. Until we hire you on, you’re not a servant here.”
“But—”
“Nothing more about it,” Mrs. Crabtree interrupted.
“Would you like my help, dearie?” Mr. Crabtree asked.
Mrs. Crabtree nodded, and in a moment the couple was gone.
Sophie paused in her quest to consume as much food as humanly possible to stare at the door through which they’d just disappeared. She supposed they considered her one of their own, because if she’d been anything but a servant, they’d never have left her alone with Benedict. Reputations could be ruined on far less.
“You didn’t eat at all yesterday, did you?” Benedict asked quietly.
Sophie shook her head.
“Next time I see Cavender,” he growled, “I’m going to beat him to a bloody pulp.”
If she were a better person, she would have been horrified, but Sophie couldn’t quite prevent a smile at the thought of Benedict further defending her honor. Or of seeing Phillip Cavender with his nose relocated to his forehead.
“Fill up your plate again,” Benedict said. “If only for my sake. I assure you that Mrs. Crabtree counted how many eggs and strips of bacon were on the platter when she left, and she’ll have my head if the numbers haven’t gone down by the time she returns.”
“She’s a very nice lady,” Sophie said, reaching for the eggs. The first plate of food had barely touched upon her hunger; she needed no further urging to eat.
“The best.”
Sophie expertly balanced a slice of ham between a serving fork and spoon and
you. Or if not well, then at least a damn sight better than I did last night.”
a corner of the ham
“It was very kind of you to care for me.”
She chewed, swallowed, then said, “It was nothing, really. Anyone would have done it.”
“Perhaps,” he said, “but not with such
Sophie’s fork froze in midair. “Thank you,” she said softly. “That is a lovely compliment.”
“I didn’t . . . er . . .” He cleared his throat.
Sophie eyed him curiously, waiting for him to finish whatever it was he wanted to say.
“Never mind,” he mumbled.
Disappointed, she put a piece of ham in
“I didn’t do anything for which I ought to apologize, did I?” he suddenly blurted out.
Sophie spat the ham out into her napkin.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he muttered.
“No!” she said quickly. “Not
His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t lie to me about this, would you?”
her head as she remembered the single, perfect kiss she’d given him. He hadn’t done anything that required an apology, but that didn’t mean that she hadn’t.
“You’re blushing,” he accused.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes,” he said, “you are.”
“If I’m blushing,” she replied pertly, “it’s because I’m wondering why you would think you had any
“You have a rather smart mouth for a servant,” he said.
Sophie said quickly. She had to remember her place. But that was hard to do with this man, the
“I meant it as a compliment,” he said. “Do not stifle yourself on my account.”
She said nothing.
“I find you rather . . .” He paused, obviously searching for the correct word. “Refreshing.”
“Oh.” She set her fork down. “Thank you.”
“Have you plans for the rest of the day?” he asked.
my clothes to be readied, and then I suppose I’ll see if any of the nearby houses are in
Benedict scowled at her. “I told you I would find you a position with
“And I do appreciate that,” she said quickly. “But I would prefer to stay in
the shrug of one who has never been thrown one of life’s great stumbles. “You can
chewed on her lower lip. She couldn’t exactly come out and say she didn’t
She couldn’t think of a torture that would be more exquisitely painful.
“You shouldn’t think of
He gave her a rather superior glance. “I told you I would find you a new position.”