At first she had been angry. How dare he think he could treat her like that, like an insignificant bit o’ muslin! He was but a confirmed rake, for who else would mistreat her so? Harassing her physically had certainly not been in his original agreement with Lady Courtland. He was to court her and show interest in her, not try to seduce her. It was insupportable that her mother’s friend had made her vulnerable to evil machinations such as these. Despite her advanced age, she was an inexperienced miss and could not begin to fathom the feelings Deverill aroused in her. The kiss had made her angry, yes, but it also made her head light and her heart pound and her blood rush. She had never imagined in all her wildest daydreams that anything, let alone a kiss, could be so powerful. Yet as giddy as it had made her feel, it saddened her as well, for she knew the experience to be a rare, wonderful thing. What if she never felt this way again? What if Deverill was the only man who could make her experience these sensations?
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