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such, but I’ve been living in the city for nearly a year while I research my latest story. But you probably know all of that.”
    Aden dipped his head in acknowledgment. “True, but you’re a reporter, so you understand the polite fiction of pretending you haven’t already investigated someone you’re meeting for the first time.”
    She glanced over and gave him a half smile. The first real smile he’d gotten from her. “Touché,” she said. “But you know far more about me than I do about you. You’re a difficult man to vet, Lord Aden.”
    “Not a lord yet, Sidonie.”
    “No?”
    He turned and gave her a patient look. “I did mention that Travis belonged to me? I’m quite certain he’s explained the process to you. Because I told him to.”
    Her blue eyes widened. “You knew all along who I was?”
    “Travis suspected something was up. You’re not exactly the blood groupie type, and he’s far smarter than he sometimes chooses to seem.”
    “Why let him invite me to the big shindig then?”
    Aden shrugged. “You were very determined, and I was curious. What is it you really want, Sidonie?” He reached out to trace one finger along the delicate curve of her collarbone, leaning close enough to draw in the sweet bouquet of her blood. She shivered, and he scented her fear. She was excited, too, by him, or maybe simply by the thought of having a vampire drink from her. But there was fear there. And that was far more arousing to him than any sexual curiosity.
    Still, it wouldn’t do to play into her desires. This wasn’t a blood bar, and he wasn’t some lust-driven idiot on a blood-drunk.
    He skimmed his finger sideways, as if he was about to tug her sweater down and bare her shoulder, but then lifted his hand and stepped deliberately away from her. She sucked in a breath, her face registering obvious dismay at his abrupt departure.
    “You still haven’t told me why you’re here,” he said absently, crossing over to sit behind his desk. He brushed idly at his pant leg and gave her an inquisitive look.
    She was still over by the windows, her heart fluttering, her breathing rapid, as she stared at him. A spark of something lit her eyes suddenly—embarrassment maybe, or even anger that he’d left her standing there while he sat.
    She blinked several times, then pressed a hand to her throat and said, “I think—” She coughed drily, and he gestured at the wet bar at the other end of the room.
    “There’s bottled water in the fridge.”
    She gave him a disbelieving look. A polite man would have gotten the water for her, would have ushered her to a chair as if she wasn’t fully capable of planting herself there. But then, he was neither polite nor a man. Besides, he didn’t trust himself not to taste her… and more… if he touched her again, so it was best that he keep his distance. He had other things on his mind tonight. Tomorrow was another matter entirely, however.
    He watched her walk over to the bar, hips swaying in her tight skirt. She bent over to the small refrigerator, displaying a nicely heart-shaped ass. Oh, yeah. As Travis would have said, he was definitely going to tap that before this was all over.
    She turned, bottle in hand, and he let her catch him watching. Her heart sped up again, and he smiled lazily, which only made her heart act up even more. A blush pinked her cheeks, and he pictured the same rush of blood coloring the imprint of his hand while she was bent over his desk, begging him prettily for release.
    “Lord Aden,” she chastised breathlessly, as if she knew what he was thinking. She took a sip of water, then pressed the cold bottle to her overheated face.
    He gave her a smug look and gestured at the two chairs in front of his desk. “Have a seat, Sidonie. You seem overcome.”
    Her soft lips tightened in irritation, but only briefly. Whatever it was she wanted from him, it was important to her. Important enough that she’d sought him out, enough that she was