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second time Julia had sought to soothe his ego.
    “Do you forgive me?” she asked.
    He could not refuse her. “You are forgiven, Julia. As a novice, you knew not what you were doing.”
    Her features crumpled, and her chin began to tremble. “You noticed, huh? That I’m a novice, I mean?”
    “Aye. Our kiss ended too quickly. A woman of more experience would have known this and continued kissing me.”
    “Oh…oh.” Understanding dawned.
    Her chuckle rang in his ears as he checked both windows, making sure the locks worked properly and were bolted securely. He searched under the bed, finding nothing but old, dusty boxes. He circled a dark mahogany chest and rummaged through her closet. The amount of clothing contained in the tiny space almost swallowed him whole. Could one tiny female possibly wear all of these garments?
    “Um, excuse me,” Julia said, all traces of humor now gone. “That’s my stuff you’re going through. My personal belongings.”
    “Your personal belongings need organization. Ten men could hide in here and you would never know it.”
    “No one is hiding in my closet.”
    “Such is the thought of one who will soon be caught unaware.”
    She stiffened. “For your information, I look in there every morning.”
    “Then tell me, little dragon, what this is.” He emerged holding a yellow, green and orange floral-print gown. A large mass of painted foliage covered one side. “This is the most hideous garment I have ever beheld. Do your people truly wear such things?”
    Offended, she lifted her nose high into the air and he had the distinct impression she wanted to give him another lecture. She didn’t. She settled for “That’s an authentic baby-doll dress from the sixties.”
    “It is authentic dung.” He knew his eyes were gleaming with mirth as he tossed her the gown. “Put it on.”
    “I most certainly will not,” she said, catching the material with a humph. “Why don’t you try it on?”
    “Men wear armor and weapons, Julia. They do not wear women’s clothing.”
    “Some men do.”
    Surely she jested, yet her expression held no trace of humor. “What man struts around in his woman’s gowns?” he demanded.
    “Some men like to wear dresses, okay? Let’s just leave it at that. Now, will you please leave my room? It’s time to go nighty-night. And do not come back in here for any reason,” she added for good measure.
    “Not for any reason?”
    “That’s right.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest. “What if a witch tries to boil you alive?”
    “I’ll beat her over the head with her broom.”
    “What if demons of the night attack?”
    “I’ll scream my head off.”
    He clicked his tongue. “Nay, if I were with you, little dragon, you would scream—again and again. Since you will be alone, you will do nothing but imagine.”
    Tristan left her with those words, firmly shutting the door behind him.
     
    C URSE THAT MAN , Julia thought.
    You will do nothing but imagine, he’d said, and by God, he was exactly right.
    All through the night she tossed and turned, imagining his naked body pressed to hers, his tongue and handsdoing wicked things to her. In these fantasies, she was a wild woman. Totally insatiable. She clawed at his back, screamed out his name and sucked the entire length of him into her mouth.
    In her dream, she whispered, “More. Give me more.”
    “For you and no other,” he replied silkily.
    “Harder. Harder,” she begged.
    He softly laughed. “Oh, but I do love to please you.”
    “No talk. Only pleasure.”
    Several times she almost called out to him and begged him to turn her dreams into reality. In the end, she suffered in silence. Stupidity on her part? Probably.
    Her body might crave the man, but her pride demanded she only give herself to someone who truly lusted for her. As a pleasure slave, Tristan was forced to please his mistress even if he found her unappealing, and Julia didn’t want to be just another