Hawksfell Manor 05: Graham's Game Read Online Free Page A

friend lived close enough to the manor to return? She knew his motor was quite fine. She could tell that from the knowledge she’d gained during her visits to the garage when she’d been infatuated with the earl’s last chauffeur. Mr. Spencer was obviously as well-heeled as any Hawk. Two extraordinarily attractive, wealthy men were to stay at the manor for an indeterminate amount of time. Men who were undoubtedly used to getting what they wanted when they wanted it. Her traitorous body heated. Their eyes ran over her body again and her drawers grew damp. God save me.
    “Will your men be joining you?” Carstairs asked.
    The earl shook his head. “I’m afraid my valet is at Weston Park.”
    “Mine is at Spencer House,” Mr. Spencer said.
    Mr. Carstairs nodded. “If it will serve, Cabot can look after you both during your stay.”
    He indicated the cocky footman, who straightened with a deferential expression on his face. The two visitors nodded their agreement, and Cabot threw a wink in her direction. Lily kept her face impassive even as the image of both lovely men in various stages of undress danced through her fevered mind.
    They walked past her as Carstairs led them into the manor, and she caught a bit of their divergent scents. Mr. Spencer’s was fresh and hot, like mint tea. The viscount’s was more deeper, like the touch of spice with a touch of sweet. Both combined to set her head spinning. She must have swayed, for Grayson caught her elbow.
    “Are you all right, Lily?” he asked in a low voice.
    Her cheeks flaming, she nodded. “I slipped a bit on the gravel,” she said in answer.
    Grayson nodded and released her, looking forward once again. Lily absently noticed that the rest of the servants filed back into the house behind Carstairs and Mrs. Holmes, and forced her own feet to move. She thanked the Lord she didn’t have to serve at table.
    However could she bear to be close to two such men?
     
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    Graham eyed the pretty maid as he walked past the line of Hawksfell servants. Her eyes were such an unusual shade of green, and when she’d bitten that full lower lip, he’d felt a flash of heat. Not since last night with Colin had he experienced such a swift rush of lust. He lowered his gaze and followed the butler into the manor.
    Hawksfell was impressive, of tall sandstone walls and topped with a many-peaked slate roof. The earl was gifted with money, no doubt. Colin had said so, knowledge he’d gleaned from the gossip he’d heard over the years, but the evidence before him still surprised. Was the earl still plagued with their curse as well as their blessing?
    As they walked further into the manor, Graham noticed that the maids who had stood so still on the drive now peeked around the corners at him and Colin. He didn’t see the green-eyed girl, though. He idly wondered how many of the maids, and the male servants for that matter, the earl had fucked over the years. Had he taken the very pretty green-eyed one?
    “The earl awaits you in his study, my lord,” the butler said. “Mr. Spencer, I’ll have one of the footman show you to your room. The earl said to place you both in the bachelor wing.”
    Colin met Graham’s gaze then nodded. Cabot, the man given to both of them for the length of their visit, indicated the wide staircase and Colin ascended. Graham felt relieved, and a bit guilty. The ride from Spencer House had been strained, even though he had done his level best to keep the mood light. Last night had been incredible, but he wouldn’t talk about it. Thankfully, Colin didn’t seem bent on exploring the topic, either.
    “Viscount Weston, my lord,” Carstairs said, breaking through to Graham.
    The butler stepped back, and Graham stepped into the Earl of Hawksfell’s study. It was a handsome room, masculine and as well-appointed as the bit of the manor he’d seen thus far. A large desk dominated the space, as did the tall man who stood when he entered.
    “Viscount