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“It’s not fair to laugh at me. You men cannot demand that women be innocent and then mock us for being exactly what you say you want.”
“So if you want me to honor our agreement, you shall have to stop laughing at me and try communicating for once.”
He would be on trial before all of London shortly, but this was the trial that mattered the most. He regretted, suddenly, ever sleeping with any other woman at all. It was hard to imagine wanting anyone else now.
By the time they were inside and peeling off their outerwear, Cassandra was once more the polite, well-behaved lady. Joshua could not decide if he was irritated that she hid her playful, bawdy side, or thrilled that he alone knew her secret.
She glanced at the footman, who disappeared so quickly he almost sprained something.
“It was a mistake to come,” he said stiffly. “I’ll not go where I’m not wanted.” “Whyever not? Joshua does it all the time. Besides, you are wanted, and never mind him.”
What a fool he was to have started this. But he had, and here they were, and now he was nothing but need for her. Need and a faint clanging, somewhere in his brain, saying that he must not touch her. Because…Because…Something. Ah, yes, because if he touched her, the world would collapse.
He trailed off. She needed to understand that playing with desire was like playing with fire. It wasn’t the only problem, it wasn’t the biggest problem, but it was still a problem.
