20

“Is there something wrong?”

Draco turned from the desk where he’d been standing, reading a sheet of paper. He placed the paper and the cut crystal tumbler he’d held in his hand on the glossy wooden surface of the desk and crossed the distance between them, concern pulling his eyebrows into a frown.

“No, I’m fine, I just wanted to talk to you a while. That’s all.”

Now that she was here, she suddenly felt nervous. She shouldn’t have changed into the nightgown that was for sure. While it had seemed a good idea at the time, right now she felt as if she’d put herself on display, when what she wanted was Draco’s total attention—and not in that way.

“The night wear looks lovely on you.”

Appreciation gleamed in Draco’s eyes, and Blair felt her body warm and stir under his gaze.

“Thank you,” she said, her words a little breathless.

She averted her eyes and sat down