He didn’t realize it of course. He’d thought she was one of the maids, and that knowledge was the only cloud on her horizon. Resolutely, she dismissed it. She might not have known what it was like to lay with a man before last night, but she was certainly not ignorant of the ways of men. Her aunt had lamented the tendency of men to yield to their baser instincts on more than one occasion, warning both Demi and Phoebe that it was a lady’s duty to hold them at bay. Now that she’d experienced it, she understood perfectly why men had such difficulty denying the demands of their body. Anything that gave one so much pleasure would be very hard to resist indeed. Only thinking of the things he’d made her feel the night before, made her body hum to life and begin to yearn for more. She supposed, given her new insight, she should make the effort to forgive Jonathan Flemming’s trespass, but she found she was still revolted at the thought. She had not wanted him. She made it abundantly clear that it gave her no pleasure at all to have him maul her in that way, and he had completely ignored her.
