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he walked past them and out the main doors of his suite. She was coming up the stairs, escorted by his
assistant. His throat tightened and his cock stiffened as she came closer.

She was wearing a garment formed from filmy black scarves. With each step, they outlined her
exquisite form, revealing and enveloping her charms all at once. He was filled with a burning desire to rip
them off her body, exposing her for what she was. Her eyes met his, then, and he stopped breathing all
together. A brilliant blue, they sparkled with the force of her personality. She was curious, intelligent.
Powerful. He could see it all in a glance. He recognized her look. It was the same look he saw in his own
eyes. With a quiver of anticipation, he realized that he had finally met the woman who might be his equal.

The thought sent a surge of lust so strong through his body that he almost gasped. He hardened
as she approached, fighting the desire to cover his arousal like a teenage boy. What would it be like to
touch her? He thought he might explode into flames at the mere thoughtтАж

"Lord Von'hot?" she said lightly, looking him up and down with a measuring glance. "I don't
believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before now."

"No," he said in a rasping voice, taking her outstretched hand and gently turning it over to kiss it.
Her skin was smooth and supple under his lips, and he allowed his tongue to ever so lightly graze her
palm. He felt a shiver go through her, and a surge of pure, masculine triumph welled within him. This
woman might have the power to stun him with her presence, but he had power over her, too. "But I saw
you at the reception last night, and was quite taken with your beauty."
 "I wasn't aware you were at the reception last night?" she asked, her face registering polite
surprise. He was willing to bet she was well aware he hadn't been present at the reception. He smiled at
her smoothly.

"I was spying on the guests," he said, watching her reaction carefully. If she thought anything of
his admission, she didn't betray it in her face. Good. She could dissemble, regardless of her feelings.

"How charming," she said, maintaining her polite smile.

"Thank you," he replied, drawing her hand into the crook of his arm. He started strolling slowly
down the hall, guiding her. "My name is Drake, by the way. It could be rather awkward if you call me
'Lord Von'hot' all evening."

"I'm Daniella," she replied without looking at him. "Dare I ask where we're going?"

"Of course," he murmured, glancing over at the smooth perfection of her face. "I've arranged
dinner and some private entertainment for us. I hope you'll enjoy it."

"I'm sure I will," she said, a chill in her voice. She didn't like his attitude, he realized. She
probably thought he was rude. The thought amused him. "Thank you so much for inviting me," she added.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, drawing his breath in deeply. She smelled like flowers,
light and fragrant. He wondered what she tasted like, and the thought nearly unmanned him.

Regardless of his long-term plans for her, she was his to enjoy for the night, he thought with
satisfaction. He planned to use her well.

Chapter 3