Angelique had dealt with well meaning servants her entire life. First at her father’s London townhouse, then his country estate. However, nothing had prepared her for Baba. Simultaneously amused and appalled she listened to her upbraid both the Doctor and Nikolai in a non-ending stream of Russian, her voice strident, clearly upset with them. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why.<br/><br/>Quickly sitting up on the side of her bed, she groaned and clutched her head, a wave of dizziness and pain overwhelming her. “Enough please, make her stop,” she pleaded with the Doctor. “I need a bath and food” The sheet she was wrapped in inadvertently slipped revealing a creamy expanse of her bull breasts and large rose-colored nipples.<br/><br/>“I apologize for Baba Miss DeWarrene, she means well. She is simply concerned for your well being.” Angelique sighed and opened her mouth to ask the Doctor where she was when Alexei knocked on the doorjamb.<br/><br/>Her mouth quickly clamped shut upon seeing him standing in the doorway. Stunned speechless, wide grey eyes locked with the deep blue gaze of the most handsome man Angelique had ever seen.<br/><br/>“My Lord,“  the Doctor bowed, greeting Alexei. “Allow me to introduce our houseguest; this is Miss Angelique DeWarrene, daughter of Randolph DeWarrene, Earl of Eastbook.”  Prompted into action she bowed her head, only to realize to her horror that she was naked to his gaze from the waist up. Quickly clutching the sheet up, she blushed. “Forgive me for not properly greeting you my Lord,” an embarrassed smile curved he r full lips. “But it appears I am not properly dressed to greet you.”<br/>