“Would you like me to teach you about passion?” he asked, his voice now velvety soft.
Despite her body’s cries of yes, she shook her head. “No, thank you, I’m well versed in it.”
He grinned, still toying with the bow of her garter. “Liar. You’re afraid to risk it.”
“I most certainly am not,” she huffed, then curiosity got the better of her. “Risk what, exactly?”
“Falling in love with me, of course.” His crooked grin should not have made her heart flutter, but it did.
“I see no danger of that, I assure you.” She took the papers from him and climbed off her seat. She set her article on a nearby table and went toward the nearest bookshelf. There were three rows of shelves that were parallel to the door, and she often liked to hide behind the last one to go unseen if someone came to the l
