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everything.

'Isn't there always?' he said dryly, warily.

The bounder! Of course he would make it as difficult as possible. Which made her all the more determined. And besides, hadn't he had enough time to ask her about Raulton? Any man with guts and gumption would have, immediately. Blast him. He deserved the torture she was about to inflict on him.

'Jeremy, be serious. Here's the thing. I want you to teach me…'

'Teach you…?'

Yes, he was looking a little green around the gills. It was time to toss the bouncer.

'Well,' she went on as artlessly as the child he thought she was, 'he's an experienced man, much more so than any man of my acquaintance. Well, I mean-except you, of course. But I haven't seen you in years. Not that it matters. He is the man I would marry. So all I want you to do is teach me everything I need to know-everything a worldly woman would know-so I can fix his interest.'

'That's all?' Jeremy said in a strangled voice.

She was immensely heartened by his anger, she had gotten to him, as she intended, and she felt a wash of triumph that she had scored on the first gambit.

It was a game, after all, even if he didn't know it yet.

She smiled at him brightly. 'That's all.'

He was thunderstruck. This was the last thing he expected her to say; but he couldn't let her see that, so he turned away from her to collect his thoughts.

This was Regina, grown-up, God help him, beautiful, spirited Regina, handing herself to him on a silver salver, giving him the reason and wherewithal to carry out Reginald's plan, and she didn't even know it.

What man could resist that offer? A man wouldn't even care that he was not the ultimate object of desire. A man was a man, and a willing woman of good breeding was the stuff of dreams that brought him to point at night.

Ah, but she didn't know what she was asking. And he was bound to go forward with Reginald's best interests in mind.

His own didn't enter into it. He had made it plain to Reginald: he wanted no woman, no entanglements, no more being in love. In short, he was the perfect man for the job. No matter what it was, no matter what it took, he was the one who could remain detached, removed, and indifferent.

He turned to face her, his consent to her wild proposal quick and intended to shock her to the point of crying off now. 'Very well, Regina. Lock the door. We'll start your lessons now.'

Chapter Two

Now? Now? It was too soon, too soon. She hadn't thought he would make a move this soon, blast it.

Oh lord, here he came, stalking her as though he was the fox and she was the hare. Wasn't it just like a man to take advantage? He didn't give her a minute to think.

Blast him.

'Jeremy…' Never show weakness, never. Whatever would happen would happen. She was no green girl, after all. She had been kissed. She had made this proposition to him. She knew what she was getting into.

'Exactly what did you have in mind?' Jeremy asked, when he had her backed up against the door and stood but six intimidating inches away from her.

She raised her chin, diving in head first, and knowing she might crash hard against his obdurate arrogance. 'Everything.'

'Delightful thought,' Jeremy murmured, his gaze fixed on her mouth. Everything. She hadn't the faintest idea what everything meant. 'And all for your irresistible mystery man. It seems such a waste.'

'All,' Regina repeated resolutely, mesmerized by the movement of his lips. They were very nice lips, she noted abstractedly, firm and curved, with just the hint of fleshy curve to the lower that made her want to bite it.

What!?

'If we are indeed to have lessons, I must know everything,' he said.

She raised her eyes to him, feeling heat flare up between them. What was this? He was too close, that was what. She had to get used to him being this close. And closer still. That was what everything meant. She knew that. She did.

She felt a tremor go through her body. She had asked for this; he had every right to demand some cursory knowledge of her experience if he were going to teach her.

'I daresay you do know everything,' she said spiritedly. 'But the point is, I know nothing, and why should I be at such a disadvantage when the remedy is at hand.'

'Why, indeed? Here is the answer to everything. I have met my destiny, lived all my life in preparation for becoming a remedy.'

Now she felt impatient. The thing was as obvious as glass. 'My dear Jeremy. Look at it this way: you just gave your ladylove her conge. You cannot be looking for another liaison this soon. You won't get involved. And I've known you all my life. Who would be safer than you, Jeremy?'

'Probably not the person you've known all your life,' he said sourly. 'You give me too much credit.'

'No, I merely want to credit what I must know to deal with a man of experience,' Regina said briskly, wishing he would move a step or two back. Jeremy up close was nerve-wracking. Looming. Overwhelming, even.

No. She must get used to this. This was what it was like with a man.

'He will not be easy. And I will be competing with two dozen sweet innocents he will devour like candy. So do let's begin before my father interrupts us.'

'Aren't you in a tearing hurry?'

'Jeremy…'

'Oh, I'm perfectly prepared to carry on…' But he wondered if he was. This was not going to be simple. There were no instructions on how to teach the seductive arts while distracting the seductee from the object of that person's desire.

It was going to get complicated. At the very least, he had to convince her that she attracted him, as indeed she might have, were she not someone he had known forever and were he not one and thirty and she twenty. Young, artless heiresses were not his cup of tea. But Marcus Raulton seemingly had acquired a taste for them, and for some ungodly reason, Regina wanted him.

'Well then-carry on,' Regina said brusquely.

Time to come to point. He moved a step closer and cupped her cheek. She had the smoothest skin, the bluest eyes, the sweetest mouth. She lifted her head defiantly against his touch, almost as if she were pulling away. But she could not escape him. Subtly he moved closer, simultaneously lowering his head and brushing those soft virginal lips with his own.

It was the barest breath of a kiss; he hovered, waiting, watching her response. Her eyes were closed, her lips curved in a faint smile.

She had been kissed then, at least as much as this. Good. Maybe.

He touched her lips then, imprinting himself there, pulling away in a long, slow movement in which he took her lower lip gently between his teeth.

But not kissed quite as much as that. Her eyes flew open. 'Oh…!'

'That,' he whispered, 'was the kiss of a boy.' She swallowed. 'Oh.' Of course, of course-there had to be more to it, or men wouldn't get so stirred up about the whole thing. Or have mistresses for that matter.