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are not around, however, they need family to help.”
    Emma watched as his spine stiffened. She knew she was accusing him of not doing his duty by those children.
    “I am not their blood relative. I was a friend to their parents. My daytime hours are mine and are used for work.” He spoke with a dark voice. “I hired you to handle and teach them. Was I in error? Do I need to find a new governess?”
    Emma felt her spine stiffen in return. How dare he? He may not be their blood uncle, but he did have a duty to those children.
    “I am sorry I spoke out of turn, my lord. However, they need you. It is my job to speak with you when the children are in distress. And I am telling you they are in need of you,” she retorted.
    Her breasts were heaving with restrained anger. She knew it was not her place as governess. However, the noble woman came into her mind and wanted to be heard. This man may have eccentricities, but certain roles were taken when one was left with small children.
    Emma knew he saw the spark of rebellion in her eyes and felt the room heat with passion and anger. He looked as if he wanted to take her over this table and make a sexual feast of her. As if he wanted to sink his cock into her hot, tight pussy, and show her he was her master. She could smell her preliminary cum in the air. She wanted him as he wanted her.
    Her chest flushed at the look in his eyes. She could feel his heated stare through her dress. She felt exposed and vulnerable. As if she was lying in her bed and dreaming of his touch. Hours later, when she awoke in the morning, she could swear she felt his fingers on her clitoris. Which was mad of course, she could still smell her orgasm upon her own fingers.
    “We will meet in my study to finish this discussion.” He stood and quit the room, expecting her to follow.
    Emma gaped at his audacity. She knew she was hired help, but even her father did not talk to servants this way. Well, she supposed he didn’t. She had never seen her father interact with the staff. It was beneath him.
    She stood and threw her napkin to her almost-full plate. She walked the length of the hallway and knocked upon the study door. Her walk gave her time to calm down and think rationally. It would not do to argue with his lordship. He may very well turn her out of the house that evening.
    “Enter,” he simply said.
    She opened the door and left it ajar. She still had her respectability to consider. She may be governess, but servants did have mouths, and word could possibly return to London, and that was a thought that sent shivers down her spine. Emma considered herself a strong woman. However, she needed to stay mindful of her situation.
    “My lord, let me just express how sorry I am that I overstepped my boundaries…”
    He held a hand into the air to stop her midstatement. “Apology noted, Miss Goodwin. You would do well to remember whose employ you are in.”
    She once again felt her spine stiffen at the retort, but wisely kept her mouth closed.
    “Indeed, my lord.”
    “But you do not mean a word you say, do you, Miss Goodwin?”
    Emma’s mouth opened up into an imitation of a fish. She wisely closed it and glared. This man was very perceptive.
    “When I apologize, my lord, I usually mean what I say.”
    “But?” he insisted.
    “However, I do think you are not spending enough time with the children. Why can they not dine with you in the evenings? They can eat, and then after the meal you and I can talk about their progress,” she finished.
    Gabriel looked to the woman in the room and saw that she was in earnest. She felt his presence in their lives would change their behavior. Perhaps it would, but he did not want attachments.
    “If you believe their behavior will be cured by spending time in my company in the evenings, then we shall start tomorrow evening, but the days are my own, Miss Goodwin.” That last was said with finality.
    It was a start, Emma thought.
    “Thank you, my lord. I am sure they