Beatrice frowned as Jonathon had refused to not only drink from her, but he was not getting up either. She continued stroking him before asking him, "Why are you resisting me? You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this."
"I’m not," Jonathon struggled to say as he pushed Beatrice’s wrist away from him. He was flushed with humiliation and embarrassment. Jonathon didn’t expect Beatrice to take advantage of him in this way.
"You must have a woman then. Who is she? I’ll challenge her," Beatrice retorted.
"Even if you did, even if you won, I still wouldn’t want you. Go back to Magnus. Make amends with him and leave me be, Beatrice!" Jonathon hissed out as he gathered his strength to pry Beatrice’s hand off him.
Beatrice slapped him across the face and slammed him back in his chair. "How dare you look down on me! Someone like you should be happy that I even looked in your direction!" she yelled at him.