Charlotte, the beautiful, virgin governess of Westwood Hall, has yet to meet her employer. But when the handsome gentleman returns from an extended trip to India, he brings with him some radical new ideas that fly in the face of Victorian society.

Under a moonlit sky, Charlotte indulges her primal urges in a forbidden, first time encounter with the Lord of the Manor.

This story of a young innocent's sexual awakening is 5500 words long.


EXCERPT:

"What's this? A vision before me?" he asked.

"I beg your pardon, sir! I didn't think anyone would be awake at this late hour. Please accept my sincerest apologies," I said, attempting to cover myself while at the same time fumbling with the door. I wanted so desperately to get away.

Mr. Westwood got up from his chair and started walking toward me.

"Sir, I do apologize!" I cried in desperation when he was upon me.

He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around and crushed me against his rock hard chest. All rational thought sailed swiftly from my mind as he kissed me, his lips and tongue leaving a hot, wet trail all the way up the side of my neck before reaching my lips. His tongue was bolder than it was that night in the cabinet room. It was more determined. It delved deeper into my mouth, much like this handsome man was penetrating deeper into my soul.

Mr. Westwood worked his hands up the sides of my waist until they reached my bosoms, at which point he stopped to caress them. Those gentle strokes felt so good, so very, very good, but when his fingers touched the tips, I gasped with pleasure. He only continued to circle the sensitive little nubs, driving me close to the brink of insanity.

"Charlotte," he said. "I have to have you."

"Yes," I whispered, not understanding entirely what he meant.

Bending down, he thrust an arm behind my knees and scooped me up into his arms. I clung to him tightly as he carried me to the wood at the back of the estate.