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was a very cold shower.
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    The next day being Saturday, it was close to noon by the time Georgiana finally woke up. As she stretched and opened her eyes the previous night’s adventures surfaced.
    â€œOh, dear,” she muttered, feeling the button of her pants squeezing her tummy. She hadn’t even undressed.
    Climbing stiffly out of bed, she headed to the bathroom and stared at her face. Smeared mascara and rumpled hair was not a pretty sight. She grimaced at herself and, throwing off her clothes, walked into the huge marble shower, letting the hard water jets wake her sleepy body. As she did so the previous evening rolled out in slow motion, including the unexpected finish.
    How, she wondered, lathering the soap, had she ended up in Juan’s arms? And how could it have felt so very wonderful to be there? It was crazy. Juan. The man she’d come to loathe, who was so much older than her—a man who never would have crossed her mind as anything but an odious figure of authority. Yet now, as the water trickled down her back, her nipples hardened and a delicious hitherto unknown sensation pulsated between her thighs at the thought of him.
    Turning off the water abruptly, Georgiana stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of the soft white terry cloth monogrammed towels. As she did so she thought of Leticia.
    Oh, no. How awful. Poor Leticia, who had been so welcoming and nice to her. How could she have allowed such a thing to happen?
    Feeling like a Jezebel, Georgiana perched on the edge of the vast bathtub and wallowed in an attack of guilt. Shemust get away from here. She couldn’t possibly stay under the same roof as Juan after what had occurred. She simply must find a way of persuading her mother to allow her to go into a flat.
    On this determined note Georgiana rose and returned to the bedroom to get dressed. She would slip out of the house and spend the day somewhere—anywhere but here.

CHAPTER FOUR
    â€œT HAT was not too bad, all things considered,” Leticia said once she and Juan were ensconced in the back of the Rolls Royce and being driven by Juan’s chauffeur, Jacobo.
    â€œNo. For an evening of speeches and mediocre food, I suppose it wasn’t,” Juan agreed, laughing, loosening his satin bow-tie, which he left hanging around his neck, and reaching for Leticia’s hand. “You’ll be a great duchess, Letti. A credit to the family, mark my words. You’re wonderful at looking interested when people are boring you stiff.”
    â€œRubbish!” she exclaimed, giving his hand a friendly squeeze. “I’m used to listening to people. It’s part of a lawyer’s job.”
    â€œCertainly a dedicated, socially conscious lawyer like you,” he replied in a more serious tone. “When are you going to the conference on abused women’s rights?”
    â€œNext week. Tuesday night. At the university. Will you come?”
    â€œOf course. I’ll be interested to hear your views.”
    â€œYou may not entirely approve of them,” she murmured ruefully as the car drew up in front of the sleek apartment block on Velazquez where she lived.
    â€œI may surprise you yet. I have great respect for women, and detest the idea of any woman being mistreated.”
    â€œI know you do,” she replied affectionately. Then, asthe car slowed, she dropped a kiss on his cheek. “I won’t ask you in for a nightcap as I have to be in court at eight o’clock.” She grimaced.
    Juan hesitated, then, leaning over, drew her into his arms.
    â€œSurely we could do a good deal better than this, Letti? After all, in a few months we’ll be married.” He looked down into her eyes, and frowned when he saw a wary restraint enter them. He had no desire to frighten her, but she was a thirty-year-old woman after all. He’d naturally presumed that over the years she must have acquired some kind of sexual experience.