so low even Kat had to bend to pass through it. It made her expect something small, maybe a tiny storeroom with more books, but it was a big, comfortable room with a slanted ceiling and a skylight through which she could see the stars. The walls were covered with wooden panels and lined with shelves full of books. It was fitted with an oversized desk, a leather sofa and a wrought iron four-poster bed. The carpet was a rich burgundy color and the bed linen deep shades of red. Cushions were scattered everywhere, even on the floor. It looked like the perfect place to read. A den, just as he had said.

She smiled. “This is cozy.”

“It’s the vault. It’s fireproof. This is where I keep the most precious books.”

She looked at the skylight. “Even with that?”

“It’s fitted with a metal shutter that closes automatically in case of a fire.”

Her eyes flittered to the bed. “You sleep here?”

“No, I don’t sleep here. Sometimes I read here, until late, but that’s what the sofa is for. The bed is for making love.”

Her insides scrambled. Her body flushed. He’d stepped up to her, standing very close to her now. If she took a deep breath, her breasts would brush against his chest.

She shook her head, making her curls tumble over her shoulders. “Why are you showing me this?”

“Why do you think?” he asked softly.

She stood very still, the silence stretching between them. Lifting a hand, he traced the curve of her breast with a finger.

Desire and fear knotted together, making a confusing mass of both her body and mind. She stepped back, escaping the touch. “I have to go.”

He tilted his head. “Maybe, but do you want to?”

“Yes,” she said, putting assertiveness into her tone.

“I don’t think you do.”

“How would you know?”

“Your breathing is shallower.” He took her hand in his, tracing the lines of her palm with a thumb. “Your palms are sweaty.” His eyes lowered to her breasts. “And there are other signs.”

She gasped in horror, because he was right. “It’s nothing but shock at your boldness.”

“Whether it’s shock or need, the pleasure I’d give you would be no less intense.”

He was dangerous, much more than the media gave him credit for. A man like Lann would chew her up and spit her out. She was no match for him. Turning on her heel, she hurried down the stairs to the exit, eager to escape into the dark, cool night. She ran into the garden until she stood face to face with the statue of Saint Teresa.

Lann followed her outside, but he did so in his own sweet time, leaving her alone for at least a minute to calm down, or maybe to sweat it out. When he stopped short of her, she took a step back.

He frowned at her. “I never force, Katherine.”

His proximity was disturbing. “I’m going home, Lann.”

He seemed to consider it for a while. “Give me one good reason why you won’t stay.”

“For starters, I’m serious about my studies. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. I don’t have time for relationships or casual flings.”

He nodded. “We can work around that.”

“No,” she said firmly, “we won’t work around anything. Thank you for dinner. I’m leaving now.”

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll tell my driver to take you home.”

The fact that he gave in so easily should have had her sighing with relief. Instead it scared her.

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