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the pull she felt towards him was too strong. She couldn’t fight it, even when she knew that she had to in order to protect herself. She had learned long ago not to trust men.
    Especially the handsome and charismatic ones.
    And her host was as charming as they got.
    Nina pressed her right hand to her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly against her palm. She needed to get control of herself and shove aside the attraction she felt towards the man, because giving in to it wasn’t an option.
    She wouldn’t put herself through that hell again.
    The door in the right corner of the far end of the room opened and she shot into a sitting position, her heart leaping into her throat as her gaze darted towards it.
    The man stood there, dressed as impeccably as before in a fine black suit and polished leather shoes, with his dark hair swept back from his face. All that black made him look as pale as a ghost, his skin white and flawless. Only his amber eyes added a touch of colour that added life to him.
    That fiery gaze burned into her as his eyes came to settle on her, narrowing slightly so his long black lashes darkened his irises to burnished gold.
    “You are awake,” he said, his voice as smooth and deep as an ocean, lulling her as gently as waves.
    With practiced precision, he carried a silver tray into the room and set it down on the black coffee table near the red couch.
    Her stomach grumbled at the sight of it. Fruits, something that looked like a sponge cake, and chocolate. Her belly growled louder, her mouth watering as she thought about breaking off a piece of chocolate and popping it into her mouth. Beside the food on the tray stood an elegant silver teapot and a single fine china cup on a saucer, with a tiny pot of milk and a sugar bowl.
    Nina stared at the offering, wondering if she would look rude if she ran across the room to stuff her face with the food.
    The man arched an eyebrow at her and then at the tray. “I can ask for coffee if you prefer it.”
    She quickly shook her head. “Tea is fine. Perfect. I love tea.”
    And she was rambling. She didn’t need to catch the amused look on his handsome face to know that.
    She edged off the bed and walked as casually as she could towards the couch. He shifted aside when she neared him and she almost paused to look at him, part of her curious about why he always moved away from her whenever she approached him. Was he merely trying to make her feel more comfortable?
    Or was there another reason he wanted to keep his distance from her?
    The suspicious part of herself locked on to the latter, filling her head with theories about why he might want to avoid being near her. She shoved them away as she sat down on the red velvet couch and snapped off a square of dark chocolate. Her stomach rumbled as she brought it to her lips and she had to fight to keep her eyes open as she placed the piece on her tongue and chewed. Heaven.
    Nina swallowed the chocolate, sank back into the couch and sighed.
    The man’s gaze on her intensified and she lazily lifted her eyes to meet his. He was closer now, standing at one end of the coffee table and staring down at her, his head cocked to one side.
    She was about to ask whether he had never seen a woman blissing out on chocolate when he spoke.
    “Tea?” He was crouching before she could respond and she couldn’t help noticing how his black trousers pulled tight across his toned thighs and higher.
    Nina dragged her gaze away from the bulge and fixed it on his hands, watching as he nimbly lifted the silver teapot in his left hand and pressed the fingers of his right to the lid as he tilted it, pouring a tall stream of golden liquid into the waiting white cup. Steam swirled from the hot liquid as it rose towards the brim. With an equal measure of care and perfection, he slowly righted the teapot and set it back down on the tray.
    Golden eyes slid across to meet hers. “Milk?”
    Nina nodded and he picked up the small china pot and began