ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (319 page)

“For what?”

George could feel Albert’s intense stare, but remained determined. “I must admit, Old Boy... it’s one I find rather tempting.”

“Stop dancing around my totem pole, George. You might be the master of five languages...”

“Seven.”

“Seven... but when talking to me. Talk in English.”

George pulled out an envelope from his inside breast pocket. “Lord Craven... He has written to me.”

“Craven?”

“Yes.”

Albert ground his teeth. “I’m guessing it wasn’t a bloody love letter.” The mere mention of Lord Craven’s name caused a deep lying anger to swell inside Albert. “What did that scoundrel want?”

“My signature.”

“I heard he has planned for a polar exhibition. He must want your expertise.”

“Indeed, he wants me to head it.”

Albert thumped the table with his fist. “How dare he? How dare he piss in my pond?” He took a deep breath, and then drew his hand across his chubby cheek.  “Did you sign?”

“Not yet... but like I said. It’s more than a little tempting.”

“Can I read the letter?”

“Of course, Old Boy.”

George recognised the handwriting of that of his old business partner. The betrayal still burned him like hot wax. “Why... the sneaky little toad.”

“No need to call him names now. We’re all gentleman, Albert.”

“He’s not a gentleman.” Albert screwed up the letter and threw it at George, hitting him between the eyes. “Neither are you. Judas... bloody Judas!”

“Albert... you’re being hysterical.”

“I made you. I bloody made you. And you treat me like this?”

George felt like shrinking. But knew doing so would only encourage Albert’s temper. “I know you made me.”

“I’ve sponsored you from the moment you left public school. I would have thought the belief I had shown you over the years would have instilled a level of loyalty.”

“Of course it has. I have named lakes and mountain ranges after you. There is a collection of Greek marbles named after your estate.” George stood from his chair then pointed towards the showcase. “I mean... look around this room, all the artefacts you proudly display... most were discovered by me.”

“You got there on my ships, spending my money. Let’s not forget the three ransoms I paid to get you out of trouble.”

“There was something lost in translation between me and the mogul’s daughter.”

“Yet, you’re as loyal as a Soho jezebel.”

George did his best not to make eye contact until Albert’s rage had run its course. “I could have easily named the marbles after myself.... So with all due respect, don’t talk to me about loyalty.”

“I have always treated you like a son.”

“If you did, then why do you refuse me a place on the board of the society which I made famous?”

“It’s not my decision alone. The board decides; we make all our decisions by committee.”

George felt Albert’s anger wane, so decided to put forward his own agenda. “Anyway... I have recently changed my demands.”

“What are they now? What will it take to retain your services?”

“Your daughter.”

“Isabel?” Albert felt himself slip into shock.”My Isabel?”

“Word has it you’re struggling to find her a suitor... well look no further.”

“The audacity! I should use your ungrateful corpse to de-barnacle my entire fleet.”

George winced then raised his open palms. “Albert, please. No need to use empty threats.”

“They’re not empty. Believe me... What’s more, once I’ve finished removing the barnacles, I’m going use what’s left of your body as fuel for the boilers of my tramp steamer.”

“Look. Since I arrived back from the Zambezi, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that Isabel has grown into a quite a woman. I saw her at the church service. Stunning.”

Albert shook his head in disbelief before resting it on his clenched fist. “But you’re as famous for your drunken womanizing as you are for your survival skills. Every man would want you as his pioneer... but never as a son-in-law.”

“You know as well as me that you shouldn’t believe what the tabloids say. Plus a lot of my carnal conquests were just to fit in with the natives.”

“The mogul didn’t give you a ringing endorsement. Neither did the sheik nor the Zulu chieftain. Come to think of it, is there a civilization you haven’t pissed off?”

“At the end of the day, as one of the most famous explorers in the world, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that people I encounter want to make a name for themselves by causing a scene involving some make-believe scandal. I make them famous.”

Albert shook his head. “But still.  Sometimes one thinks you spend your time mapping bedrooms than exploring the unknown.”

“But now I want to settle down.”

“You don’t know how to settle down.”

George took a deep breath as he expressed his plan. “I’m tired of travelling. I’d be happy to take a more sedate position in the geographic society.”

“Boardroom?”

“Yes. An advisory role. You know, train the next generation of explorers. With my eighteen years in the field, I could consult. How does that sound?”

Albert’s expression suddenly lightened. “I’d be able to keep my watchful eye on you as well. But why the change of heart? Craven’s offer was for more fieldwork... not a boardroom job. My daughter isn’t that beautiful to give up the life you have enjoyed much success.”

“I have travelled the world... from one horizon to the next. Trust me... nothing is as beautiful as Isabel.”

“But you’re old... Twice her age in fact.”

George displayed a confident grin. “I am still young enough to plough the most stubborn of fields.”

“Christ, steady on, Filthy Frolics.”

“That feeling of disgust that you feel right now, that’s exactly how I felt when you called me old.”

Albert pictured his young daughter, and then slipped into a nostalgic daze. “She’s just graduated from finishing school... I was hoping to find someone her own age.”

“And have you found one? No... Plus, all girls grow up. I’m sure she’ll be excited to live the life of a proper lady of the house.”

“I think you’ll be surprised by her temperament. Isabel is quite unique. She’s more interested in engineering than anything to do with woman’s duties. I think she’ll see herself more as a business partner than your wife.”

“An independent spirit... sounds a challenge.”

Albert groaned as he ran his hands across his face. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.”

“Look, Old Boy - you want me to hang around? Then I need rewarding.”

“I’ll reward you handsomely. But not with my own flesh and bone. Not with my only child.”

“You make me sound like a blood thirsty Aztec who’s going to sacrifice Isabel to the sun God. All I’m interested in is finally having a loving, committed relationship.”

Albert folded his arms across his chest.  He breathed heavily while staring at George. “I’m a protective father, that’s all.”

“I want to make her my wife. I will cherish Isabel. So much so, she’ll think she is a queen.”

“I will pass on your interest. And return to you with Isabel’s thoughts. But if she says no... I want you to respect her decision. If she says yes, I want you committed to me, to the society, but above all... to Isabel.”

George couldn’t hide his smile as he reached across the table and firmly shook Albert’s hand. “Of course, Old Boy... we’ll be family.”

Chapter 7

Albert sat behind his large desk while scribbling his signature on the bottom of a handwritten letter. After placing the pen back into the inkwell he leaned forward then softly blew onto the damp ink. A heavy double knock caused Albert to raise his eyes towards the oak panelled door. “Yes?”

“It’s me, Edward. I believe you want to see me.”

“Yes, yes I do. You may enter.” Albert began to fold the letter using his ruler to guide the creases. He felt annoyed that Edward left the door ajar. “It’s not your stable, Edward. Close the door properly behind you”

“Sorry.”

“I have some unfortunate news.”

After closing the door Edward stood opposite Albert’s desk. “What is it Mr Crompton?”

“Edward...”

“Yes, Mr Crompton.”

Albert slipped the letter into a prepared envelope. “There is no gentlemanly way about saying this. So I’ll just have to be blunt.” Standing from his chair he handed Edward the envelope. “Edward, I have to let you go.”

“Mr Crompton?”

“I’m sorry.”

“But why? What have I done? I drive you to the office on time, without fail. I do all of what you ask and more. Never once have I took a wrong turn”

Albert sat back on his leather chair, leaving Edward standing. “You have done nothing wrong... other than steal the heart of my daughter.”

“What?”

“Don’t deny it, Boy.”

“I...”

“You’re a good looking chap that I’m sure has no problem with the ladies.”

“But Mr Crompton, I have done nothing to merit losing my job.”

Albert leaned back on his chair then folded his arms across his large belly. “Hand the paymaster the letter to receive your compensation. You’ll find that I have been more than generous.”

“Generous..? I think you’re treating me unfairly.”

“Don’t be ungrateful Boy.”

Edward patted the letter up and down on his hand. “I’m not ungrateful.” He took a moment to steady his nerves before stating, “But I do want a proper explanation.”

“I have given you one already.” Albert pointed toward the door. “Now take your tackle back to the Liverpool. I don’t want the likes of you here... demanding an explanation on why I don’t want you corrupting my innocent daughter. B’Jesus... what the friggin' world coming to?”

“Mr Crompton... Please. I promise, I told Isabel we can’t be together. I have already put distance between us because I know there is no future.”

“I can’t rest with you here, Edward. You have to leave.”

“But I love this job. I love these horses. Please, I don’t want to go back to the irregular work of the docks”

Albert glanced up at the mosaic ceiling depicting a maritime scenario. “You were born a docker.  It should be like going home for you.” He then faced Edward once more. “Bringing you here was a mistake. A mistake one on which I have much regret. I’m sorry.”

“I will go. But give me the grace of a month.”

“A whole month? Not possible.”

Edward stood tall while he spoke from his heart. “To find work somewhere else, as well as settle a few payments first... then you have my word, I will be gone. Never to bother you again.”

“You have some backbone, Edward.”

“Please show me this mercy.”

Albert twiddled his forms while processing Edward’s proposal in his mind. “Sounds fair to me.”

“Thank you, Mr Crompton.”

“But only on the condition that you totally ignore Isabel.” Albert thrust his finger towards Edward.” And I mean to the point of rudeness. I don’t want you to even look at her. Do you understand?”

“I agree.”

“Good.” Albert stood from his chair. He then ran his hands down his tweed blazer. “I have to be harsh, but I never wanted this.” His eyes then met Edward’s “Believe me, I have nothing against you. Just, I can’t have Isabel falling in love with a man who isn’t suitable.”

“I understand.”

“Now, now return to your duties.”

“Thank you, Sir.”Edward turned and walked towards the door, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill down his cheeks.

~

Stood on the steps of the shipping office, Isabel smiled at Edward who waited diligently beside his carriage. She whispered, “Eddie... Eddie.” To her frustration Edward did not flinch. She then glanced back into the foyer of the shipping office where Albert seemed locked in conversation with the group of American investors.  Confident that Albert was going to be busy for a while she hurried over to Edward on the street. “Hey, since when have you developed a deaf ear?”

“How can I help you Ma’am.”

“I gave you permission to call me by my first name, Eddie.”

“I have no such right to call you by your first name, Ma’am?”

Isabel felt saddened that Edward refused to make eye contact. “So... you’re ignoring me?”

“It’s the right thing to do.”

Isabel took a step backwards. “The right thing to do... never felt so wrong.”

Chapter 7

Albert groaned while slowly climbing the grand staircase of his large country mansion. He felt his that his bones ached more than they should and believed his heart was not what it once was. Despite his worries, Albert continued to climb with purpose.

After one knock, Albert opened his daughter’s bedroom door. “Isabel.”  The sight of his daughter peering down a bronze coated telescope aimed at a ship on the river reminded him of himself.