The Knave of Hearts - A Disreputable Duke

The Knave of Hearts - A Disreputable Duke

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Jasper was a player. He had everything that money could buy, the girls, the cars, the house. But only the true love of shy and naive Ellie can save him from a situation which is violent to her, and forces Jasper to play by the rules

Summary

Jasper was a player. He had everything that money could buy, the girls, the cars, the house. But only the true love of shy and naive Ellie can save him from a situation which is violent to her, and forces Jasper to play by the rules

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Knave of Hearts - A Disreputable Duke

Author Chapter Note

Jasper was a player. He had everything that money could buy, the girls, the cars, the house. But only the true love of shy and naive Ellie can save him from a situation which is violent to her, and forces Jasper to play by the rules

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 22, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Jasper Neyve watched the unknown girl as she looked around his studio. His main concern was that she was actually here, and that she was very late. She came dressed quite oddly for one of the girls that came to be life models for him; usually they came in more bohemian and usually very sexy clothing depending on their age, rather than a very stuffy, straight, badly fitting, navy business suit.

She obviously hadn’t heard him come through the door from the roof garden, probably due to Adele singing Skyfall which covered the sound of his footsteps.

She was beautiful though, classically beautiful. Jasper was reminded of Grace Kelly but with rich chestnut hair, which unfortunately was scraped back into a precise bun. He wanted her hair down, the curls cascading over her shoulders. He couldn’t see much of her figure; it was completely lost in that awful suit. She was slim though and of average height, he’d get an idea of how tall she was when he went to greet her. At six feet four most girls, were not as tall as he was, even with heels . She did have pretty ankles but he couldn’t see much more of her legs. God he had to get her out of that bloody awful suit. She stood in front of the mirror, checking her make-up, not that she needed much.

 

Ellie took a deep breath. She had searched what seemed to be an empty house, but she had followed the tuneful Adele up the stairs, so there must be someone here and if they didn’t like the fact that she had wandered around this beautiful house then they shouldn’t leave the front door wide open. That was complete stupidity; even she could see the paintings on the blue green walls were original. My God they could all have been stolen! Well that was just sloppy whoever was in charge should be severely reprimanded. This house would be wonderful to work in, she thought as she admired the effect of the newly gilded frames on all the paintings. It all looked so luxurious.

It was a bit odd though, about the kitchen, she had never seen anything so modern, all done out in curves, in rich exotic wood. It wasn’t the style or type of thing someone of her grandmother’s age would really have chosen. Well she didn’t think so anyway and it begged the question of if there was someone else who lived with the old man she had come to look after? 

She took a deep calming breath; don’t worry she told herself, her new boss was an old man, and he was ill, he certainly wasn’t going to molest, harass or torment her. She was most definitely going to lay off men after Greg; her face screwed up in distaste when she even thought about him. She stopped herself thinking of that horrific night; even now it brought tears to her eyes as she relived his beating, the ripping and tearing of her clothes, and her escape as she ran through the darkness of a country road.

Breathing deeply, calming herself she turned to face the room as Adele was suddenly silent, and a very tall, incredibly handsome man came striding towards her.

He took her breath away as he came down the length of the room. Tall, so tall, with dark, almost black hair, short, and thick; her vision was filled with broad shoulders under an olive drab T-shirt. His jeans covered in paint resting low on narrow hips at the top of his very long legs. His feet were bare and tanned. In fact from what she could see he had a wonderful Caribbean tan in all the parts of him that she could clap eyes on. The leather and steel bracelets on his right wrist glowed against his skin.

“You’re late. You can take your clothes off behind the screen; there’s a robe hanging in there. Let your hair down please.” He said impatiently, as he looked her up and down to check his previous impression of her beauty.

Ellie gulped. She opened her mouth, but not a single sound emerged.

“Come on don’t worry if this is your first time. It’s quite painless, you just lay there on the bed and do whatever I tell you to do.”

Ellie blushed deep red. “I..I.” Feeling complete disbelief she turned and ran out of the room.

Jasper watched in amazement, “What the hell…” He chased down the stairs after her, “Wait!” he yelled as he jumped down the last five steps and heard the front door slam.

 

Ellie ran down the road, tears streaming down her face. She leaned against a wall at the end; out of breath and still sobbing. She wrapped her arms around herself, holding the too big jacket tight against her. She tried to breathe normally, but her breath kept catching. She wiped the tears from her face, thankful that she hadn’t even bothered with mascara. Huh, it still didn’t matter if she dressed down from how she normally looked; this horrible suit and no make-up still didn’t stop that man from trying it on. Were men really all the same?

She would be better off in a convent at this rate. Taking a few deep breaths she calmed herself. She would go home and find something else to do: change career, anything but this. She felt in her pockets for a tissue. She had some in her bag and she reached round to open it.

 

A hot rush of embarrassment flooded over her; Ellie had left her bag on a chair in the kitchen, and now she would have to go back and face that horrible man again. Oh God! She had no choice, she had to go back. Taking a deep breath Ellie walked slowly back to the house. She had an advantage now; she knew what he was like. She could ask for her bags and go. She could carry on with her life and she would never have to see him again,

Without giving herself time to think, she marched up the steps and banged the lion’s head knocker hard. The first thing she saw when she opened the door was that he had put socks and shoes on and changed his jeans, which were now black and not covered in paint. She swallowed hard and looked up at his face.

“I left my bag.”

Jasper moved to the side of the door and waved his hand towards the hall indicating that she should come in. He followed her down to the kitchen where she had left her bag.

“Miss Fox? I am truly sorry. I just assumed that you were my life model who had come to pose for me. I had completely forgotten that you were coming today.” He gave a wry smile. “I suppose that means that I certainly do need you to organize me.”

Ellie grabbed her bags and was starting for the stairs again. Jasper began to feel uneasy; he didn’t want her to leave, he really needed her to fill the job of personal assistant.

“Please, please can we start again? You can see how disorganized I am and ever since my father died I honestly don’t know which way to turn.”

“Your father died? My job was to look after someone obviously older than you and who was ill, your father?”

Jasper quickly slid his miserable face on; he nodded, trying to look downcast and upset, trying to tug on her emotions.

“I’m sorry about your father.” Ellie said, however, I’m not sure if looking after you will be very beneficial for either of us.”

He scowled. “Why?”

Ellie hesitated; there was no way she could tell him about Oliver. “I’m just looking for a nice quiet job.”

“Well this will be a nice quiet job,” he lied, crossing his fingers behind his back. “I spend most of my time upstairs in the studio; all you have to do is organize my diary for clients to come and see me, and basically that’s it. You will have charge of the cleaning ladies, who have been her for so long they know exactly what to do, so you don’t have to do much at all.” He said giving her his best puppy face.

 

Ellie was busy looking at the floor. Her heart was pounding. His voice mesmerizing and she didn’t dare look at him. Jasper cocked his head to see her face.

“Please, can we start again?” he asked. Please?” he said, adding one of his panty dropping smiles in the bargain.

Ellie knew she was going to regret this, but having thought about it, she had very little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway, she had nowhere to go as Marsha’s sister was coming home that afternoon.

“Alright, we can start again, and give it one month’s trial. I’m Eleanor Fox.” She said holding her hand out timidly.

 

Jasper Neyve, 11th Duke of Shettleham. I would very much prefer it if you called me Jasper. We can save the formalities for senior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book me for speeding.” He shrugged rolling his eyes at the thought that he would ever speed or that they would catch him if he ever did.

Ellie nodded. “You can call me Ellie.”

“I’m extremely pleased to meet you Ellie,” he said with a grin, thinking that he could do with a large scotch after all this performance; though he did doubt that Miss Fox would appreciate that gesture.

“Shall we have a cup of tea to celebrate your arrival?” He said, filling the kettle.


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