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world up. She had been on his mind all weekend. Since his ex-wife, he had not thought about any woman like that. As he sat down at his desk, his thoughts returned to Francesca as he remembered how she felt and smelled.
    He looked up when he heard the door open. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Francesca walk in and shut the door behind her as she leaned against it looking at him.
    “Miss LeBlanc, this is a surprise,” he said as he stood up from his desk.
    “What do you want from me?” she asked him.
    “Excuse me?”
    “You kiss me and I find that I can’t stop thinking about it.” Lord Jacques started smiling, as she held up her hand. “Please don’t smile. You have no idea how frustrating this is. I don't like you, I don't like speaking to you, you are too old for me, you can read me like no one else,” she listed as her voice trailed off. Francesca realised that she was not making sense but she needed to get it off her chest.
    “Like I stated before, you are confused about what it is that you want.”
    Yet again, he was able to see through her. How did he do that? She had yet to be able to read him. In fact, she had no idea what he was thinking. “Why aren't you interested in a woman your age?” she asked him. It bared no relevance to what they were talking about but she blurted out the first thing that came out of her mouth.
    “Should I?”
    “Shouldn't you?”
    “Miss LeBlanc, why did you come here?” He stepped from around his desk.
    “No, stay there!” Francesca called out. She could not handle being close to him. “I only have five minutes. I came with Macee, she came to see Prince Louis,” she added, as she realized that she was rambling. Lord Jacques did not listen to her, as he walked towards her. “Stay there!” she shouted. He raised his eyebrows and stopped walking.
    “I affect you that much?”
    “That is not the point.” Francesca ran her hand through her hair. She was starting to forget the reason why she came there in the first place. “I don't know you.” She really needed to think about what she wanted to say before she said it.
    “Do you want to know me?”
    “Yes. No.” Francesca groaned, as he laughed.
    “You do know me,” he said to her.
    “Do I?”
    “You do.”
    “I only know that you are divorced, have no children, you are thirty-six years old, you work in the palace as the crown prince's advisor, you exercise a lot, you’ve been building boats since you were seventeen, you studied physics and economics at university. I don't even know why, there is no link,” Francesca’s voice trailed off. She realised that she knew quite a lot about this mysterious man.
    Lord Jacques watched her conflicting emotions flit across her face. Cupping the side of her face, he waited until she looked at him. “Do you want to know why I have an interest in you?” he asked as Francesca nodded.
    “How do you always know what I am thinking? It's so frustrating. I am not this transparent. I refuse to accept that.”
    “We are connected,” he told her as he rubbed the side of her face. Francesca frowned at him. She did not want a connection; at least she did not think so. She had never had one with anyone before, so she had no idea what it looked like or if she wanted one. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on,” he said.
    “What?”
    “You want to know what I want from you and why I have an interest. So I am telling you.” Francesca nodded. “There is something about you that is so intriguing that I find myself wanting to know more. From the very first time I laid eyes on you, I have felt drawn to you,” he added.
    “There is nothing interesting about me,” she responded as she attempted to look away.
    Grasping her chin, he turned her head back to him. “On the contrary, there is plenty.”
    “Is there?” Francesca found it hard to believe. At this point, she was not doing anything with her life. She put her hands on his chest. She was not