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crossed arms, his eyes were half closed. “Disrobe.”
    “I beg your pardon?” she choked, knowing exactly what he had said. She hoped the moonlight would not show her telling blush.
    “Remove your clothes and let me see what I have to work with.”
    Molly remained motionless, unable to budge. She had never undressed in front of a gentleman before. In fact no man had ever seen her naked.
    Tsking, he shook his head with displeasure. “How are you to be a courtesan if you will not undress?”
    “Well I—”
    “Do you want to be a courtesan or not?”
    “I—”
    “Then take off your clothes,” he commanded, his tone rising with frustration.
    She remained speechless, her heart racing.
    He turned to leave.
    “Wait…please.”
    He faced her again with a black layered look, his eyebrows arching with expectation.
    Irritated by his mocking stance, she peeled off her shawl and slowly untied the bow at the back of her high waistline dress. She raised her hands and lifted the garment over her head, leaving her in a soft muslin stay.
     
    Devlin’s pulse raced, his mouth was dry and hot. She stood with her hands clasped together, her chin held proudly even though her body trembled. Her white stays gleamed in the moonlight as petticoats flared around her shapely calves. Bending over, she pulled off her boots, affording him a delicious show of cleavage.
    Catching his breath, Devlin’s chest constricted. She was exquisite. The most unique creature he had ever seen. The shifting emerald lights of her eyes and nervous hands fascinated him. The painful erection in his breeches could attest to her untamed beauty.
    He had the urge to rip the undergarments from her back, throw her on the dewy grass, and sink into her delicate entrance. He shook his head of the vision. He had to remember she was just like all the other conniving women. A courtesan.
    Cursing his eagerness as if he were the one untutored in the ways of pleasure, he growled, “I do not have all evening, Miss Molly.”
    “My apologies, my lord.”
    In one swift tug, her petticoats gathered at her feet, exposing her feminine red curls between the apex of her long, creamy legs.
    Devlin licked his lips again. He wanted to push his tongue between her thighs. Good Lord, his cock pulsated with a yearning he had not felt in years.
    Seemingly unaware of the impact she had on him, Molly continued to her stays. Untying the shoulder straps, she released her ample breasts that fell free from restrictive confinement. Her soft, ivory skin glowed while her nipples pebbled against the cool breeze. Completely naked, she looked more beautiful than a woman had a right to. She would make a most desirable courtesan. Of this, he was certain.
    Devlin stepped closer to her, so close he could almost kiss her pink lips. Charming freckles peeked through the soot, drawing his attention to the becoming flush on her high cheekbones. He was taller than her, but only just. Usually he towered over ladies, but not this one. Her shadowed eyes met his, silently daring him. Devlin knew it to be false bravado. She had to be scared.
    He removed the pins that held her hair in an unruly bun. Thick scarlet locks tumbled past her shoulders, caressing her skin around the tops of her breasts. Devlin sank his fingers into the lush cherry mane and lowered his head to smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. Unlike the rest of her it produced an aroma of flowers as if she rolled in a bed of roses.
    “My lord?” she breathed, her voice husky.
    Devlin jerked away, as if woken from a hypnotic spell. What was he doing? He was acting like a love-sick youth and with a farm girl, no less. Remember, she was just like the others—hungry for money and power.
    “I am in no need of another courtesan,” he said, gritting his teeth.
    “I would never presume…”
    “Just so you know, I am here only at my father’s request. I am your tutor. That is all!”
    Molly nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with innocence.
    “You’ll