She pressed her lips to him, and Charles stiffened for an instant. What in the world was she doing? And would she hit him if he kissed her back? He tried to tell himself that he wanted to step away from her, but of course he failed to follow his conscience and did what his instinct told him to do. Charles kissed her, and his light grip of her turned into an embrace, which hardened when he felt her hand towards his cheek. She was drunk, and he wasn’t. Would she accuse him of taking advantage of her if he did anything at this moment? And, then she spoke, as if she’d read his mind.
Maybe he should have said no, but he wasn’t more than a man, and on top of that, he was Charles Brandon. One of the British courts most notorious womanizers. So, the fact that Margaret asked him was more than enough for him. He took her into his arms, and carried her to the bed where he placed her. Charles lay down beside her, and leaned down to kiss her again, while his fingers searched for the buttons, or the lacing of her dress to be able to touch some bare skin. It didn’t take long until he found what he was looking for, and he started to undo the buttons “Margaret, once we do this we can’t go back, you know that, right?”