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days, and hopefully, by then we’ll know who killed Comfry.”
    “Very good.” Harrison nodded to Emma, then left the room.
    When they were alone, Emma turned to him, her eyes ablaze. “I don’t need your protection.”
    “If you didn’t need protection then you wouldn’t be here with me.”
    He took a step closer.
    A step too close.
    She could feel warmth radiating off his lean, muscular body. From this close, she could see the gold ring that circled his pupils and then faded into the mossy green of his irises. She sucked in a breath. “There is truly no point in arguing. The two of us shall never agree on anything.”
    “I doubt very much that is true.” He gave her a crooked grin she knew had probably melted hundreds of hearts across London. But she was no debutante. She was a trained spy for the royal crown. He was merely another assignment.
    He grabbed her wrists, his hands encircling her arms as if she were no bigger than a girl.
    “Emma, you mustn’t flinch when I touch you.” He held onto her, his warm gaze slid over her body, taking in every inch of her.
    She stood still.
    “People are to believe you are my mistress. No one will believe any such thing at the moment.”
    He was right; she knew that. She wasn’t afraid of him touching her when they were at the party. “When we are there, I shall be fine. We lived in the same house together in Paris. I can certainly pretend not to be repulsed by your touch when I need to.”
    “Sharing living quarters isn’t the same as being intimate,” he said. “We were not assigned to be lovers before, as we are now.”
    They might not have been assigned as lovers before, but she knew that had they continued working together in that small house, it would have happened. He’d never asked, but the tension existed between them, every time they’d been together. Every simple touch was electric, every glance heated. Damned if that attraction was still here, caught between them, pulling her to him despite the fact that he reminded her of everything she didn’t want to be.
    “Right now, we are alone, so there is no reason for you to be this close to me.”
    “Ah, but there is.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her body tight against his. He looked down into her eyes, and her thoughts swam incoherently through her mind. Good heavens, he was dashing and so roguish. She should push her way out of his arms, but damned if she wasn’t curious as to what he would do next.
    One of his eyebrows cocked, and then he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss, sweet, romantic, and her eyes fluttered closed. His lips were softer than she recalled, not that she’d spent any time remembering what his lips had felt like or whether they’d been soft or otherwise. But then something changed in his demeanor, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid seductively across her closed mouth, teasing, beckoning, and she complied, parting her lips. In an instant, the kiss switched from something sweet and pleasant to something so passionate she lost her breath.
    His tongue swept into her mouth, slid against hers seductively, and she, against all her better judgment, melted against him and kissed him back. In that moment, they were back in Paris with a single kiss that seemed to promise more, yet ultimately had meant nothing. And damned if she didn’t want more, then and now.
    These kisses were reserved for the passionate people, the lovers who crept into darkened corners because they couldn’t endure one more moment apart, one more moment without touching one another. His fingers crept up into her hair without disturbing the artful coiffure. He was no novice when it came to embracing a woman while keeping her appearance from looking ruffled.
    She clung to his shoulders. Her breasts tightened, her breathing shortened, and tingles of desire traveled from her belly to the apex of her thighs. Good heavens, did he intend to seduce her fully, make reality of their