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wasn't sure where that last bit had come from, but it felt right. Zayn looked as if he was going to laugh at her, so she pushed the small roll into his mouth. Her small fingers brushed against his lips, and unexpectedly, his sharp teeth, sending a shudder right through her body. There was something behind this ritual. It was far more intimate than she had thought it would be when he was simply describing it to her.
    He chewed with every evidence of enjoyment, but he never took his eyes off of her.
    “It's good,” he said, and she wasn't sure if he meant her words or the food itself. “All right, my turn.”
    He picked up one of his own rolls. Momentarily, she found herself captivated by the grace of his fingers, by the single platinum ring that winked on the middle finger of his right hand. He was, in many ways, an astonishingly beautiful man.
    “I accept you as a knight in my service, and I swear that whatever battles I send you to fight for me will be fair and just, that they will cover you in glory and that you will never have cause to doubt for a single moment that you fight on the side of the angels. I will heed your counsel, I will protect you as if you were my own heart, and of course, I will comfort you in the night.”
    Hesitantly, Leah opened her mouth, and he fed her the bite of his roll. It was a gorgeously decadent piece, a slice of raw tuna belly with a rosemary aioli, but she could only focus on the touch of his calloused fingertips, brushing across her lower lip and leaving her feeling slightly lightheaded. It was as if all the light had gone out of the room, leaving Zayn as the only bright spot.
    She was almost shocked when he drew away and things returned to normal.
    “Good?” he asked.
    “Very,” she murmured, though at that point, she couldn't tell whether he meant the food or that single burning touch across her lower lip.
    “We should return to my hotel,” he murmured. “It's growing late.”
    It was on the tip of her tongue to tease him about staying out, that she expected much more from a man so wealthy and worldly, but she remembered that he had after all been traveling for most of the day.
    “Of course,” she said.
    She waited for him to pay the bill, leaving a tip so generous that it made the waitress's eyes bug out. Then it was back into the limo for the ride back to the Marseilles.
    Something about the dinner, lavish as it was, had left her exhausted. The day felt like a long mirage, from fighting with the security guard, to landing the case, to hearing Zayn's stories. On the twenty-minute ride back to the hotel, she found herself pressed against his body, leaning against him as if they had ridden home together from delicious dinners every night of their lives.
    There was something soothing about this, something real, which was pure foolishness as he was, after all, her client. Sometime after this was done, likely sooner rather than later, he would get on a plane and head back to Almira...
    For some reason, the thought made her flinch, and she put it away.
    Zayn must have noticed, because he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her snugly against him. “Are you all right? Shall I have the driver turn down the air conditioner?”
    “I'm fine,” she said softly. “Just... I don't know, maybe a little lonely?”
    “Mm, I could understand that, I think.”
    They made the ride in silence, and once they reached the Marseilles, she hesitated. She knew that she should call for her car, but then Zayn turned to her expectantly. She could only pray that he never figured out how convincing those green eyes were when they were soft and warm.
    “Come up for a moment,” he said. “My secretary in Almira faxed me some documents that she thought you should have.”
    “Oh! Yes, I'll come up right away.”
    She didn't know who she was fooling. She wanted to spend just a little more time with him. Leah was all too aware that when tomorrow came, she would be embroiled in the case. He would become