Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
I move carefully, lifting porcelain figurines, wiping the mahogany tables, trying to make myself small.
The door opens. Cassiel enters, carrying a leather-bound book. He ignores me, sitting in a high-backed armchair near the unlit fireplace and opening his book.
I freeze, then resume my dusting on the far side of the room, terrified of making a sound.
I climb the small step ladder to reach the top of a bookshelf. As I stretch, my foot slips. I gasp, the ladder wobbling dangerously. I grab the shelf to steady myself, my heart leaping into my throat.