To Bed a Beaty

“Regarding tricks of the mistress trade?” he asked as he settled on the sofa.

“Yes, or rather, her advice on how to captivate a gentleman.”

“What does she have to say?”

Drawing out three close-written sheets from the pocket of her skirt, Roslyn decided to read parts of Fanny’s letter aloud so she could question the duke about the effectiveness of some of the techniques.

“Her first recommendations have to do with physical appearance…grooming, clothing, hairstyles…which we needn’t go into. Then-”

“Why not? You could use some improvement in that area.”

“Perhaps,” Roslyn retorted, “but I believe Fanny’s counsel will be sufficient on such intimate subjects as my personal grooming. Now where was I? Oh, yes. After that she discusses how to attract a man’s attention in other ways. She begins by saying ‘It is imperative to be a good listener.’”

Arden smiled. “I already told you as much.”

“I remember.” Roslyn let her gaze sweep further down Fanny’s list. “She also says a woman must learn to exchange witty banter, but not so witty as to intimidate her potential patron. To quote: ‘Her purpose should be to make him feel clever, never dull and insipid.’”

“Quite wise,” Arden agreed. “He will preen his feathers if he feels clever.”

Roslyn shot the duke an amused glance. She wouldn’t have to work to make him feel clever, since he had a sharp mind and was rarely without a quick comeback.

Returning to her list, she read the next recommendation. “‘Make him feel strong and powerful, as if he is the most important person you have ever known. In short, make him feel like the most fascinating man alive.’”

“Your friend Fanny is highly perceptive. Does she suggest how to make him feel fascinating?”

“Not really, only that she should make him the sole focus of her attention, which is precisely what you advised.”

“Has Fanny any advice other than what I suggested?”

“There are several ideas regarding the woman’s behavior. For one thing, she suggests being a little mysterious. ‘If you have secrets,’” Roslyn quoted, “‘he will be eager to ferret them out.’”

“What sort of secrets?”

“She doesn’t say. But I suspect she would agree with you-that honesty and frankness are not the best policy.”

Arden nodded. “What else?”

“‘There are times when she should remain a little elusive. She should make him pursue her in order to spark his interest. Under no circumstance should she appear to chase him.’”

“I agree. Even if you are chasing him, you cannot let him know it, since that’s the fastest way to drive him away. Pray continue.”

“‘Sometimes,’” Roslyn read, “‘you should make him wait for your favors, to rouse his…’ never mind.”

“Rouse his what?” he prodded.

“‘His lust to a fever pitch,’” Roslyn said hurriedly. Knowing Arden’s eyes would be gleaming with laughter, she carefully avoided his gaze as she moved on to the next item. “‘Strive to be unforgettable. Be different from anyone he has pursued before. The trick is to make him think of you frequently, to yearn to be with you and only you.’”

“That seems excellent advice,” Arden observed.

“Yes,” she replied, perusing the last page.

When she folded the list and returned it to her pocket, he raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

Roslyn felt her face warm. “No, but the rest has to do with physical aspects of attracting a gentleman’s ardor.”

“I should very much like to read it,” he said innocently.

She gave him a sharp glance. “No doubt you would, but it is too risque for me to discuss with you.”

“Your modesty is showing again, fair charmer.”

She ignored the endearment, just as she ignored his provocative tone. “The question is, how do I apply Fanny’s advice in my dealings with Lord Haviland? Her suggestions all seem rather abstract.”

“True, but you are getting ahead of yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“You cannot overlook the physical aspect of seduction. It is much too important.”

Vexingly, Roslyn felt her blush increase. “I don’t intend to ignore it, your grace. I merely would rather discuss such details with Fanny.”

“You should call me Drew. If I am to be your tutor, we can dispense with the formalities.”

Certain she didn’t want to be on such intimate terms with him, Roslyn shook her head. “Thank you, but the formalities will do perfectly well.”

“As you wish,” he said amiably, but then he held out his hand. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Giving him a wary glance, she hesitated. “Why?”

“Because I mean to give you your next lesson.”

Suddenly recalling their situation, Roslyn checked the clock on the mantel. “I doubt I have time for another lesson. My appointment with Lord Haviland is set for eleven.”

“We have plenty of time for this. You are only going next door. Now come here.”

His charming smile did nothing to reassure her, but she obeyed, albeit reluctantly. Rising, Roslyn moved to sit beside him on the sofa, holding her spine stiff.

“Closer,” the duke ordered. “This won’t hurt, I promise.”

That is what worries me, she thought nervously. She was afraid his demonstration would be too pleasurable, not too painful. But she shifted closer so that only a few inches separated them. “Now what?”

“Give me your hand. I want to show you one of your most effective feminine weapons-the power of a simple touch.”

Roslyn’s brows snapped together. “Is this really necessary?”

“It’s not only necessary but important. You need to learn just how arousing a careless brush of fingertips on bare skin can be.”

“Can’t you just explain it to me?”

“Not effectively. There are some things that must be experienced.”

“Very well then,” she said, holding out her hand.

His fingers curled over hers, letting her feel their warmth. Then turning her hand over, he slowly began to stroke the center of her palm with a fingertip.

Roslyn’s breath caught in her throat, and it was all she could do not to show it. She stared down at their joined hands, wondering how he managed to infuse such sensuality into a mere touch.

“When you are with Haviland, you should contrive to touch him occasionally,” Arden murmured.

“Why?” she asked, striving to keep her voice even.

“In order to increase his awareness of you.”

There was no denying her awareness of the man beside her; she was maddeningly conscious of his body next to hers. Yet she was determined to pretend indifference to him, despite the arousing effect he had on her senses. There would be no repetition of that awkward moment in the folly yesterday when she had longed to kiss him.

His stroking fingertips skimmed over the heel of her palm to her wrist. “Make it seem accidental if you can. Just graze his skin with the slightest pressure. He will feel it, believe me.”

She had no trouble believing him; even that light caress left her breathless.

Then Arden shifted his attention further upward, letting his fingers glide along the sleeve of her gown to her elbow. The glancing touch sent pleasure rippling all the way up her arm and down again to her breasts, assaulting Roslyn with a potent memory of their passionate encounter on the balcony during the Cyprians’ ball. A heated tremor eddied deep in the pit of her stomach at the remembrance.

“See how powerful a mere touch can be?” he asked, his gaze locking with hers.

“Yes…I see.”

“You should consider it a chief weapon in your arsenal.”

His caress was indeed a weapon, Roslyn realized; a weapon of sensual enticement. It ignited an explosion of