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by! What had Hopkins been thinking by placing a sixteen-year-old Angelina in such an establishment? Perhaps, knowing of Angelina’s background, the man had mistaken Alexander’s eventual intentions toward her.
    â€œOh, she’s a wonderful woman, Xander!” Angelina moved to once again sit beside him on the bed. “Very much a lady.”
    â€œA lady!” Alexander repeated scornfully.
    â€œOh, but she is, Xander.” Angelina frowned. “She insisted on teaching ‘my young ladies,’ as she called us, all the social graces as well as our normal lessons. We had to learn to embroider, paint and play the piano before she would even consider telling us about our own sensuality.”
    Alexander eyed her warily. “Your own sensuality…?”
    Angelina gave a husky laugh. “Miss Bristow saw no reason why a woman should not enjoy the bedding as much as the man, and with that in mind—”
    â€œEnough!” Alexander rasped as he held up aprotesting hand.
    Angel smiled warmly. “Many of the other girls thought some of the things Miss Bristow explained to us to be quite impossible, but I was sure that the right man—you, Alexander—would be interested in ensuring that I also experienced pleasure in our lovemaking…”
    â€œStop, Angelina!” Alexander said forcefully, realizing he would have to attend to having Angelina’s disruptive presence removed from St. Claire House as soon as possible. If he did not, he was sorely in danger of giving her that “pleasure” she spoke of so openly!
    â€œWell…perhaps not now,” she allowed. “But tonight, once we have become better reacquainted…? Miss Bristow was at great pains to tell us lovemaking should be a mutual pleasure. Of all the senses. Vision. Touch. Hearing. Smell. As well as taste.” She licked her tongue slowly over the firm swell of her bottom lip as she said the latter.
    Alexander found his gaze mesmerized by the eroticism of her tongue’s movement, in that moment easily able to imagine Angelina lowering her head to caress his erection in the same way…
    Dear God, he ached intolerably just thinking of Angelina doing such things with him!
    â€œCease and desist, Angelina!” he muttered agitatedly. “And kindly remove yourself from mybedchamber at once. As I am now fully awake I may as well take my bath.” He glared at her.
    She stood slowly, the sunlight once again making the material of her nightgown and robe transparent. “Perhaps I might help you with your bath, Xander, and we could become better acquainted in that way? I could wash your back and chest and—other things…” She threw back the bedclothes to fully expose the length of his erection to her avid gaze as she reached out and touched him.
    Alexander found the strength to push her hand away and pull the bedclothes back over himself. “As soon as I am dressed I am going to soundly spank your bottom!” he warned thunderously.
    â€œReally?” Angelina’s eyes widened with interest. “Would it not be better if we were both to remain undressed when you did that, Xander? Miss Bristow said that a little pain during lovemaking—only a little, you understand?—can heighten the senses and—”
    â€œI believe Miss Bristow has said altogether too much!” He gave another aching groan.
    Angel looked at him with concern. “Are you in pain, Xander? Can I do anything to help?”
    â€˜Xander’ was in great pain! He was also in danger of completely embarrassing himself as visions of putting Angelina over his knee and spanking the bareness of her bottom threatened to tip him over the edge!
    â€œMy only need is for privacy, Angelina,” he declared gruffly. “Now!” he added with firmemphasis.
    â€œAs you wish, Xander.” And, as she had the night before, Angelina pouted her disappointment before turning and slowly