Four under the Mistletoe: A MFMM Menage Romance (Christmas Billionaire Menage Series Book 2)

by Tia Siren

  Andrew had no trouble in attracting women. Georgina had always worried that he was far too handsome and that he would be seduced by some wanton woman. He was tall and had dark brown hair. Women were attracted by his eyes, which were an unusual color of turquoise blue. They also loved his sense of humor and his gentle and relaxed nature.

  ''Father, I am looking for a wife, as I have told you on so many occasions. As I haven't found anyone suitable, my search will go on.'' Andrew sat back in the armchair and crossed his lean legs.

  ''If you carry on like this, I will disinherit you. You are a disgrace. How is the search for a new governess coming along?''

  ''I am interviewing candidates at the moment,'' Andrews replied.

  ''Indeed,'' Oscar said sarcastically. ''Is that what you call it. Well, you'd better find one and fast.''

  Andrew got up and left the small study. As he walked down the corridor filled with paintings of his ancestors he bumped into a maid called Susan. As quick as a flash, he pulled her through the drawing room door and closed it behind him. ''Susan, when will you give yourself to me? I cannot wait to make love to you,'' he said taking her in his arms.

  Susan liked Andrew and was perfectly willing to let him have his way with her. But she was terrified of Oscar and his wife finding out, and banishing her from the house with no reference. ''Mr. Andrew, you know I like you, give me some more time,'' she said as his hands wandered over her buttocks.

  ''Alright, but I want you very soon, don't forget.''

  Andrew went on his way again down the long corridor and into the entrance hall where he put on his coat. It was April and still bitterly cold. The Hammonds had a tradition. The heir to the family fortune always lived in the Lodge. The Lodge was a smaller house than Thorpe Hall but nonetheless contained sixteen bedrooms. It was located at the other side of the garden. Andrew took the flagstone path, which was slippery after a shower, and looked up at the Lodge house. It was painted white with a navy blue front door, and white painted windows. There were two stone lions on either side of the front door, and the door-knocker was a brass eagle.

  ''Daddy,'' Sarah shouted as she toddled across the black and white tiled floor to meet her father.

  He lifted her up. ''And what have you been up to while I have been talking to grandfather?''

  ''Playing with Benji.''

  Benji was the family Golden Retriever, and Sarah had learned that if you threw a ball, he would run after it and bring it back time after time.

  ''Don't go tiring him out Sarah. Benji doesn't know when he should stop.''

  ''Where is Mrs. Patterson?'' he asked his youngest daughter.

  ''She's in the kitchen with Agnes and John.''

  Andrew went into the large family kitchen and saw Agnes and John sitting at the pine table rolling dough. Mrs. Patterson, the cook and housekeeper, was patiently watching over them. She was in her mid-forties and married to the gardener, a huge man who after years of bending to remove weeds from the immaculate flower beds had developed a terrible stoop. She was a superb cook and not one of the family complained about anything she put in front of them. She looked like a cook, she was rotund and wore her hair up in a large bun.

  ''Mrs. Patterson, would you please prepare the guest bedroom, I have a visitor from tomorrow.''

  Mrs. Patterson nodded. How many was that this year? she asked herself.

  *****

  Julia glanced at her parents grave and wiped away a tear. It had been two years since the accident and Julia had been to see them every day since. Her father had told the coach driver that he thought one of the horses was lame, but he hadn't listened and in excruciating pain the horse had tried to free itself. The coach was off the road and into a deep gorge. There were no survivors. As she always did, she kissed her hand and put it top the stone before she began the walk back to her Aunt’s house.

  Aunt Isabella lived in a cute little manor house in the village of Tunberry, West Sussex. It was a typical English village. It had a green with a maypole, two inns, and a fourteenth-century church. It was the kind of place where everybody knew each other. When Julia arrived back at her aunt's, she walked up the garden path and entered the house via the front door. There was a smell of fresh bread and tea. She took off her coat and bonnet and hung them up. She was about to go into the kitchen when she heard her aunt talking. When she heard the other person, she cringed. It was Mrs. Mallinson, the village gossip.

  ''She's such a beautiful girl, it's quite perplexing,'' Mrs. Mallinson said.

  ''Julia is indeed a real beauty, but she has no ambition, no drive or enthusiasm. All she seems to do is hang around in the graveyard and read books.''

  ''But she wasn't like that as a child,'' Mrs. Mallinson observed. ''She was quite a character. I remember scolding her for stealing apples from my garden.''

  ''No, as a child she was outgoing, almost boisterous. I'm sure it has something to do with the loss of her parents. A shock like that is bound to drive someone back into their shell.''

  ''But she's been in her shell for a long time now. What are you going to do with her?''

  Aunt Isabella picked up her tea and took a sip while she thought. ''She's very intelligent, so I suppose she could become a governess.'

  ''That's a splendid idea.'' Mrs. Mallinson said as she bit into a piece of hot bread and butter.

  Julia tiptoed up the stairs and into her bedroom. The room had a low ceiling and a small fireplace. She slept in a single bed next to a crammed bookcase. She lay on her bed and thought about what her aunt and Mrs. Mallinson had been talking about. They were right, before the death of her parents she'd been outgoing. But back then she'd been happy, and now her heart was broken, and she didn't feel like doing much at all. In fact, it was all she could do to get out of bed in the morning. Her parents had made her feel loved and provided a protected environment for her to grow up in. Now all she had was her aunt, and Julia knew that her aunt didn't much like her.

  After an hour, she heard her aunt shouting her name. She rose from the bed and looked in the mirror to fix her blonde hair.

  ''Julia, have you given any thought to your future?'' her aunt asked when they were having dinner. They didn't have any servants; Aunt Isabella didn't have the money, and if she had had, no servant would have lasted very long in her employ. She was a know-all and never satisfied with anything.

  ''Not really,'' Julia said as she stared into space.

  ''I am going to send you to a place called Thorpe Hall in Surrey. Mr. Andrew Hammond lives there and has been looking for a governess from some time. You will educate his three children.''

  ''If you wish,'' she said without giving the idea a moment's thought.

  *****

  When Andrew collected Julia from the railway station, Julia was pleased to see how handsome he was. She'd had nightmares about working for a very ugly man who would pester her for sex, but now she could lay that fear to rest. Julia was tall, slender, and blonde and Andrew, by now an expert, found the curves of her breasts and hips very appealing. She's here to educate the children, he reminded himself, as he put her bags into the trap.

  ''Jump up,'' he said. She sat down next to him, and Andrew touched the pony with the long whip. The black animal set off at a leisurely pace and Julia was relieved. Since her parents death in a coach, she was very fearful of anything pulled by a horse.

  ''Normally I send one of the footmen to pick people up from the station, but I wanted some fresh air today,'' he said as they left the town of Rotherford and entered the countryside.

  ''I am most grateful to you for collecting me,'' she replied.

  ''Your aunt told me you are eighteen and that you are an orphan. How did that happen?''

  ''An accident sir,''

  ''Please call me Mr. Andrew. Sir makes me feel so old. What kind of an accident?''

  ''My parents were traveling to London when their stagecoach left the road. They were killed.''

  Andrew looked at her. He could see she was still grieving; he recogni
zed the look on her face. For so long he had also worn the same expression. ''My wife died four years ago.''

  ''How awful,'' she said it as if she really meant it, unlike so many people Andrew knew. ''How did the children react?''

  ''John was just two, and my wife died having Sarah, so they were not affected, but Agnes was beside herself. She hasn't really been the same since.''

  I know the feeling, Julia thought. Out of the town, Andrew gave the signal for the pony to increase the tempo. When it broke into a trot, Julia gasped and held onto Andrew's arm.

  ''Does speed scare you?'' Andrew said as the wind whistled past Julia's bonnet.

  ''Yes, Mr. Andrew it does. On account of the accident.''

  ''Of course, how careless of me,'' he slowed the horse down to a walk and felt Julia relax again.

  “That's it there,'' he said after another twenty minutes. Julia looked across the field and saw two large houses, one very large indeed. ''The small one's ours. It's called the Lodge. The large house next to it is my father's house.''

  Right in the middle of the countryside, I'm going to love it, Julia thought.

  When Andrew turned between two giant sandstone pillars that formed part of the intricate gateway to the estate, Julia began to feel at home. She didn't know why, but the location gave her a feeling of serenity. The house had been built in the middle of the estate, and it was, therefore, a long way from the gate, and as they drove through the grounds, Julia looked across green fields full of sheep. It was a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky, and the place was looking its magnificent best.

  After a few minutes, Julia saw it. Thorpe Hall. A large fifteenth-century house with leaded light windows and octagonal chimney pots. ''That's the Lodge,'' Andrew pointed. It was to the side of Thorpe Hall and looked small in comparison.

  ''A welcoming party,'' Andrew said as they were about to stop in front of the Lodge. Mrs. Patterson, Agnes, John and Sarah were just returning from their afternoon walk with Benji. Andrew jumped down and picked Sarah up who flung her arms around him. Agnes and John stayed with Mrs. Patterson and looked to their new governess through wide eyes.

  ''Mrs. Patterson, this is Julia Bradfield, the children's new governess.'' Mrs. Patterson shook Julia's hand. Far too young and inexperienced with children she thought as she looked at the fresh-faced young woman. ''Children, I want you to meet Miss Julia, she's going to teach you from now on.'' Sarah laughed, and the other two stood closer to Mrs. Patterson. ''Don't worry, they are always a little shy at first, they'll get used to you,'' Andrew commented trying to excuse his children's lack of manners. Benji came and sniffed around Julia's skirt and offered to cock a leg but thankfully refrained from doing so.

  ''Andrew, might I have a word with you?'' Oscar bellowed across the lawn.

  ''Excuse me, that's my father,'' Andrew told Julia. ''He's probably on the war path again.''

  ''Come inside and make yourself at home,'' Mrs. Patterson said. Julia followed her, carrying as many of her bags as she could. ''I'll just give the children something to do, and I'll show you to your room.'' Julia nodded and watched as Mrs. Patterson sat the children at the kitchen table and put some dough in front of them. The children seemed to spend hours kneading and rolling dough. Julie thought it a rather mundane activity but any help Mrs. Patterson could get in a busy household she would take.

  ''This is your room,'' she said when they reached the end of the landing. She opened the door and walked inside. Julia's expression lit up when she saw it. It was a large room and full of daylight. She hated dark rooms and had been a little nervous at the prospect of being forced to live in a tiny north facing room. But this was perfect. There was a chest of drawers, a writing table and a washstand with a blue and white jug and bowl. The bed was covered with a white eiderdown, and Julia couldn't wait to try it out. ''It's very nice Mrs. Patterson, thank you.''

  Mrs. Patterson left and told Julia that she should be downstairs at six for dinner. The family all ate together; Andrew thought it important to have a family meal, unlike in many households, where a children's dinner preceded an adults dinner. The first thing Julia did was open her vanity case and place perfume bottles and soap next to the wash stand. As she was doing so, she heard shouting. Loud, aggressive shouting. She went to the window and looked out across the garden. She saw Oscar, with his two Spaniels on leads, and Andrew standing in front of the greenhouse bellowing at each other. What they were shouting was quite audible.

  ''Another of your loose women. I've had enough now Andrew. When will you learn? Inviting women here unaccompanied is highly irregular and breaks all the social codes.''

  ''She's from a good family, she's not a loose woman. She's coming because I want to get to know her better or would you rather your grandchildren were brought up without a mother?''

  ''That's not the point. I can't count how many women you have brought into your house over the past few months. It's obscene. You can't tell me each one of them was a potential wife. No, you're a philanderer of the highest order.''

  ''And you are a useless unfeeling father, who doesn't' understand how hard it has been for me since I lost Georgina.''

  Julia darted from view as Andrew looked across at the house. Are they talking about me? No, Andrew had referred to someone who was coming, not someone who had already arrived. She was relieved; she'd only been at the house for a few minutes, and she didn't want to the subject of controversy.

  The dining room was a long room with two windows which looked out over the garden. It was at the end of the house and Julia thought that her bedroom was above it. The children looked much cleaner than they had after their walk, and surprisingly each of them said hello when Julia entered the room. Andrew was sitting at the head of the table with a scowl on his face, and a half drunk bottle of wine. When he saw Julia he stood up, and showed her to her chair. She sat opposite the children on the long side of the table; Andrew was sitting at the end. Upon further inspection, Andrew was very handsome indeed, but it wasn't only his looks that attracted Julia. He was mysterious, on the one hand, a family man, and on the other hand, if his father was to be believed, a womanizer.

  ''Will you stay and keep me company a while, it would be nice to talk and get to know you a little better,'' Andrew asked after the children had gone to bed. ''I'll just go and say goodnight, and perhaps we can have some tea.'' Julia nodded. He really was quite dashing, and she felt herself blushing when he looked at her.

  When he returned, he suggested they go into the drawing room. Larger than the dining room, it had two comfortable sofas arranged at right angles to the fireplace and a large easy chair between them. It was a cool April evening, and Mrs. Patterson had laid the fire but not lit it. Andrew put a match to it and leaned with one arm on the mantelpiece until the flames took hold and the wood began to crackle. Mrs. Patterson arrived with some tea and Andrew poured.

  ''Tell me about yourself,'' he said as he sat down opposite her.

  ''I'm afraid there isn't much to tell.''

  When he looked at her, he saw a beautiful young woman who seemed painfully shy and quiet. ''Well where did you live with your parents before you went to be with your aunt?''

  ''We lived in a manor house in a small village called Tunberry, in West Sussex.''

  ''And what did your father do?''

  ''He was an architect.''

  ''And where did you go to school.''

  ''In Tunberry.''

  Her short answers were beginning to annoy him. How could he have a conversation with her like this?

  ''You are very to the point,”

  ''Mr. Andrew, please forgive me but even though I say it myself, I am a very shy, private person. I am not used to conversing.''

  ''Yes, I can see. Losing your parents won't have helped I suppose.'' Ready to be ravished Andrew told himself. She's so shy it will be easy. He imagined how it would be with Julia. How she would look, naked. She was beautiful, and he could see she had a lovely figure, he cast his eyes over her breasts and
down over her long legs which he could see outlined inside her dress. He would enjoy the seduction of this tiny flower, he was sure.

  ''Yes, it was horrible,'' Julia said, referring to the death of her parents.

  ''Quite so,'' he nodded and sipped his tea. ''My parents are barking mad.'' He paused and stared into the fire. ''My mother is Dutch and as arrogant as they come and my father only has eyes for his two dogs. I'm sure he loves them more than he loves my mother.''

  ''I like dogs too,'' she offered.

  ''Yes, very faithful creatures. Unlike humans. The only faithful person I have ever known was my wife, my late wife, Georgina.''

  ''Do you miss her terribly?'' Julia asked.

  Andrew was surprised Julia had asked a question.''Yes, I miss her terribly. In the beginning, I thought about ending my life. I wanted to be where she was. I couldn't bear to be here without her. But for the beautiful children she gave me, I may well have joined her.''

  Julia put her hand to her mouth. She too had had such thoughts. She'd wondered why she was alive when it was so painful to be so. But over time, it had become a little easier. ''Yes, I understand.''

  ''Tomorrow, I will show you where you will teach the children and go through the do's and don'ts with you. They are good children, but lacking in discipline.'' Again he stared at the fire. ''I see their mother in them every day, and I can't bear to be cross with them.''

  ''I understand,'' Julia uttered.

  ''Then in the afternoon, you will meet Miss Sharpe. She's a lady from the same area as you. She and I have struck up a friendship, and I would like her to meet the children.''