What is wrong with her? This was so unlike her. The thought of another woman hearing her moaning, in fact, would've made her so uncomfortable, not to mention watching.

Brenda isn’t in the dining room now. But if she stepped out, she’d hear every moan, If she stepped into the sitting room, she'd see.

Yet, she doesn't seem to mind. The Eloise she knew wouldn't even want someone else who isn't her man to see her nakedness.

But this Eloise. Thrills coursed through her veins. Her heart was pounding with need instead of nervousness, as if she ached to be caught.

She wanted to show Brenda who exactly her man...