WIP Wednesdays -Beauty and the Brit (Patreon)

Here's a sneak peek into Beauty and the Brit that will be coming to Patreon in March!

When Paige returned with her empty tray some twenty or so minutes later, they got her instead to take around a tray of drinks. And so the night went on: Paige did as she was told and when she returned was given a new task as was needed.

She found that she honestly didn’t really mind the job she was doing. Earlier, she’d been stressing that she’d hate playing ‘servant’ to rich people but in fact things ran pretty smoothly and she hadn’t really felt intimidated or demeaned at all. ‘If they give you a hard time Paige just pretend you’re in an old novel’ she thought to herself, ‘Pretend you’ll be sabotaging them later by putting non-organic fruit in their morning porridge the next morning!’

The thought made her giggle and passed a bit of her time too in role-playing in her mind a paid servant in an upper-class household.

She was so involved in her thoughts that she hadn’t really paid much mind to what the people around her were saying or doing –or for that matter what their faces even looked like. She just served humbly then moved on.

That was, until something pulled the girl back to reality rather unexpectedly whilst she was carrying around the specialty champagne about half-way into the gala.

She had just manoeuvred her way with a fresh tray of champagne towards a group of people when Paige stopped dead in her tracks. ‘Oh my sweet Lord...’ In amongst the older men; the proprietors and benefactors stood a very much younger man smiling as he spoke to one of the others. And Paige felt her heart start to thud. This guy with his dashing smile and devastatingly good looks was gorgeous. ‘Dear sweet Lord.’

She was snapped out of her thoughts as one of the men turned and she came to his attention. “Ah gentlemen let’s have a drink shall we?” He took two steps forward and claimed a glass of champagne from Paige’s tray. His companions followed in his stead and Paige looked down in embarrassment of having such intense private thoughts unbeknownst to these businessmen.

When she slowly looked up, she saw the sexy young guy was still in conversation and her heart gave a little leap.

“DeBurgh, Sampson! Champagne?” the older gentleman with the rounded belly nearest Paige called out.

The two looked over and Paige felt her breathing hitch. ‘Keep it calm. Keep it cool...’ she told herself as the men came forward and she forced herself to breathe. Paige gave a small smile as the young guy got to her and she held out the tray a little to him making sure to use two hands so she wouldn’t drop it with her untrustworthy hands that were probably going to start shaking any second now.

He smiled back gently at her and accepted a drink. “Thank you,” he told her gratefully.

“Y-ou’re welcome,” she stammered gently.

She tried not to watch as he took a small sip. “Strawberry?” he murmured softly.

“Beg your pardon?” she asked before she had time to think that he might not even be addressing her.

“Strawberry; is this strawberry champagne?” he asked in an accent that threatened to make her swoon.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah it’s a special brand brought over from...from sponsors for this gala,” she proclaimed haltingly in explanation.

“Ah. It’s quite lovely. Thank you,” he told her again; holding up the glass in salute almost and Paige could do nothing but smile somewhat sheepishly back at him in return.

The men all went back to their conversations and Paige took a moment to breathe and look elsewhere besides at the young, hot British guy looking fine as hell in his black suit. Her heart was still beating a bit harder in her chest at having spoken to him.