Mail-Order Prince In Her Bed. Kathryn Jensen

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      Maria grimaced. “Oh, they’ll bombard me with questions. They’ll demand to know everywhere we went and everything we did.”

      “And you will say?”

      “I’ll tell them about the restaurant and the lovely meal, about the clothes and seeing the beautiful ceramics.”

      “But they will pester you for more, for they’ll want to hear what occurred later.”

      “Yes, I suppose they will.” The thought made her uncomfortable even now. “But I’ll tell them nothing happened.”

      He nodded. “Si. And they will laugh. Again.”

      “I suppose.”

      She stared down at her half-eaten cake, then impatiently shoved the plate off her lap and onto the table in front of her. A daring thought struck her.

      “I could make up something. What do you think? Maybe if I told them racy tidbits about you and me in bed, then they’d leave me alone. They’d see that their plan to embarrass me had backfired.”

      “How good are you at lying?” he asked.

      She pursed her lips and considered. “Not very.”

      “So you have a problem.” He stood up and walked to the only window in the room.

      It overlooked the side of another red-brick building. He stared through the glass pane as if at a breathtaking vista. She knew his mind must be elsewhere, and she couldn’t blame him. They were of two vastly different worlds. He was probably bored to tears with her.

      “Call your office and leave a message that you won’t be in tomorrow,” he said abruptly.

      She laughed. “Why would I do that?”

      He turned to face her, his eyes bright with fun, devious with mystery. “Because you’re having an affair.”

      “What?”

      “Because you can’t bear to leave the arms of the man who has made passionate love to you all afternoon.”

      She choked over her response. “You’re insane!”

      Rushing to her he pulled her off the couch. “Do you want to return to them as the meek, cowed Maria? The helpless target of their humor?”

      “Well, no, but I’ll have to go back sooner or later. It is my job, after all. They’ll only need to look at me to know that nothing happened.”

      “Exactly,” he agreed.

      Maria thoughtfully chewed the tip of one fingernail, but it didn’t help. “If there were some way to learn what it is like…you know, to learn without actually doing it.”

      “Well, there are certain films. But these aren’t the sort of things a woman of your caliber should be exposed to.”

      “I’m not even sure I’d want to watch other people…you know.” She felt a wave of heat rise up her throat. “Well, I’m not going to give myself to any man unless we’re married,” she repeated, “so that’s that.”

      “Not entirely.”

      She squinted up at Antonio warily. Donny Apericcio came fleetingly to mind. “If this is a trick to get me into bed—”

      “No trick, just a suggestion.”

      She just glared at him.

      He seemed oblivious to her lack of enthusiasm. “I assume you haven’t reached the age of twenty-two without being kissed?”

      “I’m twenty-five, thank you. And yes, of course I’ve been kissed…and I’ve kissed back plenty of times,” she defended herself.

      “Good. Have you touched a man and let him touch you?”

      “You mean, petted?” She knew she was blushing furiously now. “Sure. A little. It was okay.”

      “If it was just okay, you haven’t really been touched,” he said, his voice lowering to a husky mellowness.

      If he’d been standing closer to her, she would have evaporated. Even at the distance of half a room away, a pleasant warmth rippled through her. She winced, willing her body to behave itself. “I’m not sure what you’re suggesting, exactly.”

      “I’m offering to demonstrate to you how it is—between a man and a woman—without risking your virginity. I could teach you, cara.”

      She swallowed, her eyes widening despite her attempt to remain composed. She suddenly felt as limp as an over-cooked noodle. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Even talking like this isn’t a good idea.”

      She started to cross the room toward the door, having decided to ask him to leave. But Antonio moved quickly in front of her. She came to an abrupt and graceless halt within inches of his broad chest. He was so near she could feel the heat of his body through their clothing.

      “I wouldn’t hurt you. I would stop immediately if anything I said or did offended you,” he promised.

      She frowned. Why was this sounding like a win-win situation? Why was she even considering such an outlandish proposal?

      Because, she answered her own questions, she liked him. And she really was curious. Had been for as long as she could remember.

      She wanted to know what her husband would look like and do on the first night of their honeymoon. Wanted to be ready to respond to him appropriately, to please him.

      At first, she had told herself that was one of the exciting things about getting married—not knowing, looking forward to the unpredictable, the new. But as time passed and she met no one who even remotely interested her in a serious, marriagelike way, she began to wonder if she was holding out for the wrong reasons. Was it only because she was afraid?

      She looked at Antonio. He was watching her closely.

      “Maybe if we’d known each other for a long time. Then this experiment of yours might be something to at least consider. There would be an automatic sense of trust.”

      “Call your office,” he whispered. “Tell them you won’t be in tomorrow.”

      She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Couldn’t seem to draw another breath while she was caught up in the intensity of his gaze.

      This is crazy, she told herself. This is impulsive and dangerous and…and, dammit, exciting!

      Yes, she had to admit, she was intrigued by his proposition. And although she knew it sounded a bit crazy, she was reassured by the man who proposed it. There was something very agreeable about Antonio. He was serious, quiet, obviously well-educated and intelligent. And he was generous with his time and money. In short, he felt safe.

      But aside from all that, she’d never met a man as physically appealing or as aware of his power over women. She’d seen the СКАЧАТЬ