Luck of the Dragon

Alec’s pupils dilated, and a tight intensity settled over his features. “Well, I am glad you approve of my big feet.” He cleared his voice. “I have a gift for you.” Alec walked into her room and opened an adjoining door. “My rooms are through here. Come on in.”

A gift? Lucy forced a surprised laugh through her throat and closed the hallway door. “That’s not necessary. The spa and the dress…” She was rambling, and Alec was already gone, rightly assuming she would follow.

Anger fired through her system—did he still think she could be bought? Even as her mind threw out the javelin, she knew it was false. Anger was just her go-to emotion to cover all manner of discomfort.

Alec Gerald unsettled her equilibrium in a way no other man ever had. Get a grip. It was just a date, a possible fling, nothing more. A gorgeous man, in a gorgeous place, whose presence just happened to shield her from Gino and Joey.

It would be fun. Fun, fun, fun.

You could package this evening and Alec Gerald into a silent-auction item and make thousands. Women would line up for hours to bid on a date with this man.

Win-win.

Right?

Nothing resolved in her mind, Lucy walked into the next room, still uncertain and unbalanced “How many gifts do you usually give to your women?”

“There are no other women.” Alec waited for her in the foyer near an elaborate wrought iron staircase. “Just you.”

Over his shoulder were a gourmet kitchen and sunken living room. The outside wall was made of glass and had wide sliding doors that opened onto balconies and blue sky. In the back, she could see the breakfast room they had been in that morning.

Lucy stopped next to him, feeling like Alice following the rabbit down the dark hole.

Alec reached out and pushed the frame of a Renaissance style picture of St. George and the Dragon to the right. A staircase opened in the floor near the glass wall with the sound of an unearthed crypt.

“I’d like to show you something.” Alec stepped down the first few stairs and glanced back at her. “You coming?”

Lucy closed her gaping mouth. “Where?”

“You’ll have to come to see.” His words sounded amused even as his dark-haired head disappeared from view.

Lucy hurried down the curving stone steps after him. At the bottom, she walked along a narrow sunlit passage until she came to a fork where two paths diverged. She could have been in Greece, exploring the pillaged Acropolis. “Alec?”

“Take the left path.” Alec called, his voice sounding very close.

Lucy stepped left. This passage was dark and lit by iron wall sconces. A huge steel door opened into what looked like a wine cellar. Alec sat on a stool in the middle of room next to a rustic table. “Come on in.”

Lucy walked forward with cautious steps.

“I’d like to test your senses with jewels.” Seated on the stool, Alec’s dark gaze was level with hers.

Lucy frowned. “My senses are excellent.”

Alec laughed, “I’m sure they are.” He handed her a blue silk scarf. “Tie it around your eyes. No peeking.”

Lucy closed her eyes and tied the scarf. Without sight, her other senses went into high gear. Alec still smelled like the eucalyptus steam shower. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and she put her hand on the table to steady herself. The worktable was smooth under her fingers, worn soft by an unspecified passage of time.

Alec’s hand covered hers, and he guided her to the stool. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Then he was gone. A chill wrapped her ankles and snaked inside her plunging neckline. She heard Alec’s footfalls across the stone floor a few moments later. Lucy listened, noticing the way his heel struck and rolled to his foot pad in one fluid motion.

“Open your hand.”

Lucy un-fisted her palm on the table.

Alec placed a heavy stone in her hand. “Touch it. Use your senses and tell me what you feel.”

Lucy was intrigued. She knew her stones, but blindfolded? That was just silly. They all felt the same, didn’t they? No, her mind whispered. Sapphires had that heat trapped inside, emeralds felt like water, a diamond was cold like arctic ice, and a ruby was so soft that she always expected it to dent under her tools.

The stone in her hand was slightly smaller than her palm, uncut, and rough on its edges…except there. She ran her thumb over a spot as smooth as glass. A flare hit her fingertips, and she bobbled the stone.

“Easy.” Alec wrapped his larger hand around hers and set the rock aside. “What did you feel?” He whispered the question in her ear as if he wanted to reach her soul.

“Fire.”

“What does that mean to you?”

“A sapphire.”

“Very good.” Alec untied the scarf.

Lucy opened her eyes and squinted, disoriented by the return of her vision. On the table sat a beautiful red-orange stone. She inhaled sharply. “Holy Mary, Joseph—”

“And Peter,” Alec supplied. “It’s a Padmaraga Sapphire, still uncut.”

Lucy stroked the top of the stone, awestruck. “I tried to see one in Sri Lanka, but they wouldn’t permit a woman to view it.”

“Well, you’re seeing it now.” Alec leaned his hip into the table. “I’d like you to cut it for me.”

Lucy’s mouth opened, and the chill from the vault rushed over her tongue. “But, a Padma sapphire this size…it’s probably worth millions.”

“I trust you with it.”

Lucy’s mind immediately jumped to the joy of cutting the stone. She would start with the exposed part and let the jewel reveal itself to her before… Stop.

“I can’t do it.” She handed him back the stone. Her palm felt cold and empty.

“Why not?”

“There are ancient customs to cutting a stone like that. You should contract with a monk who is certified to touch it.”

Alec sat down on a stool on the other side of the table. “How about this then?” He set aside the sapphire and reached to the side. Straightening, he placed a rectangular wooden box on the table.

Lucy’s eyes widened. The box was one foot square, inlaid with semiprecious stones forming an infinity sign, like her daisy tattoo. It was wrapped with a gold ribbon. She untied the ribbon with shaky fingers and opened the box. It was a replica of the cutting set in the Israeli museum, but better. The handles of the tools were made with lapis and onyx and rose quartz.

“How did you do this so fast?”

“I have a jeweler. I have jewels. It was not so difficult.”

Lucy swallowed hard. It was all too much. What was she supposed to do? Get into her pumpkin and hobble home with a priceless cutting set and La Perla underwear? Good God. She would never be the same. And they hadn’t even had all-the-way sex. Maybe this was too much of a good thing.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say you’re hungry.” Alec seemed to sense her backpedaling. He stood and helped Lucy up from her stool.

Lucy followed Alec into the hall and stared at the cutting set and stone on the table while Alec re-engaged the vault security codes. Her eyes went blurry and unfocused as she watched the steel door close on the priceless objects. The clicking of the locks felt like goodbye, forever.

“Where are we going for dinner?” she asked.

Alec held her elbow as they walked through the passage. “Anywhere you want.”

Somehow, Lucy believed him.