Lord Alveston's sexual exploits were well known at the Dorchester, so three women demanding to see him was not outside the realm of possibilities. The receptionist rang Roger's suite, there was no answer. He was about to apologize to the ladies but Lola interrupted.
"Try our room, he may be there."
He did, he allowed the customary six rings and was about to hang up when he heard a voice.
Roger had managed to reach the phone without disturbing Georgina.
"Your Lordship there are three... Eh... ladies who are demanding to see you."
"Send them up to me, they are expected."
"Send them up, Your Lordship?"
Roger was amazed at how the words dripped with condescension. Had he not been so full of joy he would have dealt with the insolence.
"Yes up, room 207 where this phone call confirms I am."
The response was too slow for Roger.
"Immediately!" he snapped.
Georgina stirred, she pulled him closer and resettled.
There was a rattle at the door and the girls entered, Georgina's sleep did not survive that intervention.
"Ooh-la-la, afternoon delight!" Reggie said as she bounced on the bed and pulled Georgina from Roger's to her her own embrace.
"I hope you haven't left a wet patch?" Lola said.
"The smell of mingled juices nothing better to kick off a titillating night," Brielle said, her grin was mischievous.
Brielle ostentatiously placed a bottle of lube on the bedside table.
"We could have done with that earlier," Georgina said.
The girls hugged unperturbed by Roger's nakedness. He was excluded by a scrum of bodies and squealing multiple conversations. He decided to dress and meet his guests.
"Are you still here, Roger?" Reggie said with a grin.
Roger decided he was lucky his feelings for Georgina was all consuming because all these girls had won a space in his heart.
Wicklow had decided that a function with a Duke an Earl and a Lord was deserving of his special attention. The women had nothing to do with it but four beauties did nothing to dissuade him.
"Shall I ask Wicklow to call them?" Roger asked.
Octavian just laughed, his Lothario brother pining for the attention of a woman would have been fanciful just last month and now he was here for a wedding.
"Best not, Lad. They're not late yet," said Ralph.
"Uncle, they should have been here at 7.00, it's almost 7.30."
"Almost, Lad, Women seem to think half an hour late is on time."
"Not Georgina, she is as timely as a man."
Octavian scoffed, "Can I have your rose colored glasses when you've finished with them. I tire of life's realities."
Three visions of loveliness entered the room forestalling what was sure to be a brotherly fight. Roger being used to the girls was the only male whose eyes were not popping out of their heads.
As glorious as Lola, Reggie and Brielle looked Georgina made them look plain. She was glorious.
She was wearing a wool dress that didn't drape but caressed her figure, it wasn't tight but every fold or crease seemed to accentuate Georgina's femininity. From the square padded shoulders, thin waist and full skirt it oozed sexuality. It was light blue. Georgina had added a red and white neckerchief with a corsage of red and white roses. Finished with a pair of babydoll pumps also in red and white. She looked patriotic, refined and sensual.
Roger looked at his guests, their mouths were still open.
"Can I have my glasses back please?"
The snipe broke their attention, Octavian launched from his chair.
"Georgina you are a vision, you'll make those beautiful flowers die of shame."
The brotherly fight looked like it might be on but Octavian took her hand led her to Roger and placed it firmly in his brothers grip.
"You almost deserve her, Rags," he said, as he left to guide the other ladies to their chairs.
The men behaved like all men in the presence of beautiful women, they fought for attention. The women like all women egged them on. The dinner was a loud, fun, raucous affair.
Wicklow disappeared for the evening with the last of the dinner things, thanks to a bit of flirting from Lola, even he seemed to enjoy himself.
"Now we are on to the Port, Georgina I have a present for you."
Roger handed her an envelop. Georgina opened it with a big smile.
"What is it Roger?"
Roger just smiled, he knew she'd love it. She pulled out a slip of paper. Georgina's face fell.
"It's a special marriage license," she said, her voice shaking.
"Yes, and Uncle Ralph is a Justice of the Peace. Georgina will you marry me, NOW!"
Roger looked around the faces, proudly. They were divided along gender lines, the men beaming, the girls angry. He looked back to Georgina who was trying hard not to cry but her tears refused constraint they had already flooded her cheeks and were dripping off her chin. She stood and almost fell, Brielle was her savior.
"I cant, Roger," she managed before she escaped the room heading for the powder room.
Roger stood open mouthed, then he saw Reggie. Reggie was Georgina's handmaiden, Reggie was always there for Georgina, yet there she sat. Roger felt that was more ominous than Georgina's departure.
"She'll be back, Lad. You know how emotional these silly young things can get," said Ralph.
"I know Uncle," Roger said without thought.
The crack of Reggie's slap gained everyone's attention.
"You are obviously blind, I didn't think you were stupid too. She has been trying to share a secret for days. She not a silly young thing but a complex caring woman, who loves you too much to marry you. If you had listened instead of letting your pompous male ego intervene maybe you have saved both of you this embarrassment."
"I don't understand, Reggie."
"No you don't."
"Reggie, please help me."
"I'll help you, If you hurt her when she refuses you, I will kill you."
No one in the room doubted the accuracy of the statement.
"I will not refuse her, I'd sooner die."
Reggie looked at him hard, she saw his pain.
"Reggie please."
Roger had been kind to Reggie, the first man who was. Reggie loved him for that, she almost smiled.
"You will not want to marry her when you discover the truth," Reggie held up her hand, Roger left his thought unexpressed. Reggie pulled him into a hug and whispered.
"You know she can read you, if what she tells you is not a deal breaker. You'd better convince her because you'll get no second chance. Now go."
Roger went to escape but Reggie held him. "Best of luck," she said. Roger could feel her tears too.