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She climbed up to the master suite Like Roarke, she rarely used the elevators The an to strip, leaving a trail of boots, jeans, shirt, and underwear in her wake on the way to the bath
She ordered the water at 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and as an afterthought tossed in soht her back froreen froth that smelled of fairy tale woods
She all but rolled into the oversizedbones Drawing one deep breath, she subed, held herself down for a count of thirty seconds, and surfaced with a sigh of sheer sensual pleasure She kept her eyes closed and drifted
So he found her
Most people would have said she was relaxed But then, Roarke thought, most people didn’t really know and certainly didn’t understand Eve Dallas He was more intimate with her, closer to her mind and heart than he had ever been with another Yet there were still pockets of her he had yet to plumb
She was, always, a fascinating learning experience
She was naked, dipped to her chin in steamy water and perfumed bubbles Her face was flushed from the heat, her eyes closed, but she wasn’t relaxed He could see the tension in the hand that was fisted on the wide ledge of the tub, in the faint frown between her eyes
No, Eve was thinking, heHein the alleyways of Dublin, along wharves and the stinking streets of cities everywhere When he sat on the ledge to watch her, she didn’t stir for several minutes He knew the instant she sensed him beside her
Her eyes opened, the golden brown clear and alert as they latched onto his aave her a quick inner jolt His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of soel The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair, was forever a surprise to her
She cocked a brow, tilted her head “Pervert”
“It’s h the bubbles into the water and along the side of her breast “You’ll boil in there”
“I like it hot I needed it hot”
“You’ve had a difficult day”
He would know, she thought, struggling not to resent it He knew everything She only moved her shoulder as he rose and went to the automated bar built into the tiles It hulasses of wine in faceted crystal
He calass “You haven’t slept; you haven’t eaten”