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again. Her eyes were deep and enticing whirlpools in
    a bottomless sea.
    "I stand ready to put myself at your disposal, Mrs. Bright."
    "That is very kind of you, sir. May I ask why you are willing to be so helpful if you do not entirely believe
    my explanations about the blackmailer?"
    "As it happens, I am in need of a mistress." He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her as he had been
    aching to kiss her since he had first seen her in the Fenwicks' ballroom.
    "Marcus? I mean, my lord?" She touched her lower hp with the tip of her small tongue. "I do not wish to
    cause trouble for you, sir." She sounded breathless again. Her eyes were deep and enticing whirlpools in
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    a bottomless sea.
    "I stand ready to put myself at your disposal, Mrs. Bright."
    "That is very kind of you, sir. May I ask why you are willing to be so helpful if you do not entirely believe
    my explanations about the blackmailer?"
    "As it happens, I am in need of a mistress." He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her as he had been
    aching to kiss her since he had first seen her in the Fenwicks' ballroom.

CHAPTER THREE
    SHOCK LANCED THROUGH IPHIGINLA WITH THE FORCE OF lightning shooting through a
    cloud. She could not have been more startled if the marble centurion had suddenly sprung to life and
    taken her into his arms.
    She was so astonished by the feel of Marcus's mouth on her own that she went absolutely rigid for a few
    disbelieving seconds.
    Marcus was kissing her. His strong, powerful hands rested on the naked skin of her shoulders, sending
    small shivers of excitement down her spine.
    This notorious man whom she had come to know so intimately and whom she admired so much, this
    man who had stridden through her dreams every night for nearly a month, was making love to her right
    here in her own library.
    Marcus had occupied her every waking moment since she had returned toLondon. She had spent her
    days studying him so that she could turn herself into a believable illusion of a woman to whom he might
    conceivably make love.
    She had garnered rumors, tales, and a few real facts from every available source. She had read
    everything that he had written that she was able to find. She had spent hours contemplating the smallest
    details that she had learned about him in an effort to comprehend him and make him seem more real.
    In the process she had created a very private fantasy for herself, one she had not shared with anyone,
    not even Amelia or Aunt Zoe.
    Late at night, after a long, tension-filled evening of playing her role, she had lain awake imagining how it
    would feel to actually he Marcus's mistress, to be the woman he took to his bed, to he the woman he
    loved.
    The woman he loved. A long time ago she had quietly concluded that she was not the sort of female who
    could experience great passion or inspire it in a man. She had come to terms with that knowledge,
    accepted it. She had told herself that she was too level headed, too practical, too intellectual to fall in
    love.
    Nevertheless, in spite of her own self-knowledge, she had woven a web of fantasies around Marcus.
    It had all seemed harmless enough because the man was safely dead.
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    But tonight he had walked out of her dreams straight into her life. And he was far more fascinating in the
    flesh than he had ever been in her dreams.
    "You are most unusual, Iphiginia. Not at all what I expected." Marcus's voice was dark and shadowed
    with heavy sensuality. "Yet you are exactly what I seem to want tonight. "
    She could not answer, not only because he captured her mouth again, but because she was quivering
    from head to toe. His arms tightened around her as he nibbled gently at first, then persuasively, and then
    more insistently. His hands tightened on her shoulders.
    She gasped, parting her lips. He responded by invading her mouth with