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‘Where did you learn to kiss?’

‘I…Well…’

‘It occurs to me that somehow, in between your French lessons, you neglected kissing entirely,’ he said. ‘It would be cruel of me to let you go without a lesson.’ He began walking towards her. She should have run, but instead she raised her chin, too proud to let him intimidate her.

‘Thank you, but I do not need a lesson, Mr Bentley.’

‘Oh, but I think you do.’

He reached for her at this point, but still she held her ground. His dark gaze roamed boldly over her face.

‘First we’ll have to take that ridiculous thing off your head.’

She stayed very still as he gently lifted the wig, desperately trying to ramp down the feelings churning inside her.

‘Now, that’s much better. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?’