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again, but he
pushed her away.
    The first sight to grace her eyes once she managed to peel
them open was his smug grin. It was the kind of grin a boy wore when he was up
to misdoings.
    “Unless you were aroused before I kissed you, then I daresay
the hypnosis worked exceedingly well. I would wager your pantalettes are
already dampening.” A single black brow hitched up his forehead. “Unless, of
course, you aren’t wearing any petticoats.”
    “Vincent Delacroix!” Alexandra’s response was impulsive—a
remnant of the bluenose inside her. “You mustn’t speak such vulgarities in the
presence of a lady.”
    “Forgive me, Countess Warwick. I was under the impression
you no longer wanted to be a lady.” He winked and escorted her to the door. “If
we are going to turn you into a temptress by Saturday, then we have much to
prepare for.”
    She wanted to ask what kind of preparation was involved in
such a task, but decided the answer might be more than she could handle.
    “I’m going to send a maid to Pendleton to assist you.”
    “That will not be necessary. I have a dozen maids.”
    “Ah, yes, but none of them are like Daphne. You will find
she is quite skilled.”

Chapter Two
     
    Alexandra couldn’t recall everything Delacroix had said to
her while she was under hypnosis, but she no longer felt like the sullen victim
of her husband’s neglect. Instead, she felt confident and bold and shameless.
Just thinking about being with Sebastian again made her body pulse and hum. Or
perhaps the sensations burning her skin were a result of the plumeria-scented
oil Daphne put in Alexandra’s bath.
    “Is the water to your liking, m’lady?” Daphne secured
Alexandra’s washed hair atop her head with a pair of gold filigree hairsticks
Warwick had brought back from one of his trips abroad.
    “The water is fine.” She smiled up at the maid Delacroix had
sent earlier that morning—a stunning beauty from Portugal with physical traits
opposite her own—olive skin, silky black hair, full lips. The maid’s dark,
exotic features mesmerized Alexandra. There was something very sensual about
her movements. Something provocative. Something arousing.
    Daphne scrubbed Alexandra’s arms and legs, then moved behind
her to massage the tension out of her neck until she was completely relaxed.
    Alexandra moaned and reveled in Daphne’s attentions. “I must
remember to thank Delacroix for sending you to me.”
    “I will take much pleasure in preparing you for him.” Daphne
slid her soapy hands over Alexandra’s breasts bobbing at the water’s surface,
and much to her delighted surprise, the maid began rubbing her nipples. “You
are very beautiful, Countess Warwick.”
    Awareness awoke, lifting Alexandra’s brows. She’d only
experimented with her own sex on one occasion in finishing school, but the girl
had been removed from the premise when the headmistress caught her abed with
one of the other pupils.
    “Are you familiar with my instructions?” Daphne asked,
pulling Alexandra back to the present, but that old memory clung to the
forefront of her mind.
    “Not exactly,” Alexandra admitted and waited for Daphne to
explain, but the maid chose to remain mysterious.
    “Stand, m’lady, and put your foot on the edge of the tub.”
    None of her maids had ever washed her between her legs, but
Daphne was clearly not like any of Alexandra’s maids. Once in position,
Daphne’s dark eyes locked on the honey-colored patch of wet curls at the apex
of Alexandra’s thighs.
    A curious spark flickered between her legs.
    Men will want you. Women will want you. Their attention
will arouse you, and you will submit to your body’s demands without reserves. Delacroix’s words echoed between her ears, and it was then she realized he’d
intended for this to happen. He was to blame for this unusual attraction to
Daphne, and Alexandra was powerless to fight it. What she didn’t understand was
why he wanted her to know a woman’s