that?
My mind boggles, though I think I ha一ve an idea. Jeez,
there are four different sizes! My scalp prickles and I
glance up.
Christian is standing in the doorway, staring at me, his
face unreadable. How long has he been there? I feel like
I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“Hi.” I smile nervously at him, and I know my eyes are
wide and that I’m deathly pale.
“What are you doing?” he says softly, but there’s an
undercurrent in his tone.
Oh shit. Is he mad? I flush. “Er . . . I was bored and
curious,” I mutter, embarrassed to be found out. He said
curious,” I mutter, embarrassed to be found out. He said
he’d be two hours.
“That’s a very dangerous combination.” He runs his
long index finger across his lower lip in quiet
contemplation, not taking his eyes off me. I swallow and
my mouth is dry.
Slowly, he enters the room and closes the door quietly
behind him, his eyes liquid gray fire. Oh my. He leans
casually over the chest of drawers, but I think his stance is
deceptive. My inner goddess doesn’t know whether it’s
fight or flight time.
“So, what exactly are you curious about, Miss Steele?
Perhaps I could enlighten you.”
“The door was open . . . I—” I gaze at Christian as I
hold my breath and blink, uncertain as ever of his reaction
or what I should say. His eyes are dark. I think he’s
amused, but it’s difficult to tell. He places his elbows on
the museum chest and rests his chin on his clasped hands.
“I was in here earlier today wondering what to do with
it all. I must ha一ve forgotten to lock it.” He scowls
momentarily as if lea一ving the door unlocked is a terrible
lapse in judgment. I frown—it’s not like him to be
forgetful.
“Oh?”
“But now here you are, curious as ever.” His voice is
soft, puzzled.
“You’re not mad?” I whisper, using my remaining
breath.
He cocks his head to one side, and his lips twitch in
amusement.
“Why would I be mad?”
“I feel like I’m trespassing . . . and you’re always mad
at me.” My voice is quiet, though I’m relieved. Christian
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