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curiosity. He had expected her to look much different. Distasteful.
    Not like a colorful and very sinful dessert.
    “Let’s do the tour and get you situated,” he said, leaning over the back of the couch.
    She stood before he could slide his gaze down her dress. “Can we save the tour until morning? I’m tired. I just want to shower and hit the hay. You have a stable out back? Wouldn’t want you to have to board an animal in such a fine home.”
    “Your things are upstairs in my room. Our room.”
    “Yeah, I heard you out in the car.”
    The green chin-length hair bobbled as she strolled around the end of the couch. A fire he couldn’t imagine being ignited in such cool depths flamed in her quiet gray eyes.
    “Our room?” she reiterated.
    “You are my wife.”
    “You expect me to sleep with you before I know anything about you?”
    “You will sleep with me?”
    “Didn’t say that.”
    How infuriating she was to raise his hopes so easily, and then dash them. But at least she was talking to him. And looking at him. And weren’t those lips devastating? Could he have one more kiss before he tucked her in?
    Tucked her in? Hell.
    Could he get beyond the age thing? Creed had neverdiscerned age before, because if he did then he’d always end up the old man to the young women he’d pursued. Nine centuries was hard to beat.
    “I want my own room,” she said, and started toward the stairs, strappy shoes dangling from a couple fingers. “It would be cruel of you to force me into your bed, vampire.”
    Cruel, but wicked fun to watch her squirm to think he would try to take her only hours after meeting her. But, to his disadvantage, he was not that kind of man. Women must be pursued and seduced. Their favor must be won.
    “You can take the room at the top of the stairs,” he said, following her upward. “Housekeeper keeps it made up for guests. It’s not as elaborate as my room, but until you’re comfortable with our situation it should serve.”
    She strode to the door and turned, pressing her palms and hips into it, while leaning forward in a slinky come-on. The front of her wet dress clung to her breasts, exposing the dark curve of an areola.
    Was she teasing? Or was it his heightened attraction to something so new and utterly baffling that had him seeing the sensual in her every move?
    “Situation,” she pronounced precisely. “Is that what you call a marriage?”
    “I’m sure it’s a much better word than you would choose.”
    “You’re right. I call it a farce.”
    He could not deny the word hadn’t crossed his mind a time or two.
    “You did agree to the terms. And you said vows before a healthy number of representatives from both nations. And you signed the contract.”
    “As did you. But do you really think this is going to work?” She patted the bottom of her hair with a palm and pouted coyly. “That we’ll fall madly in love and set an example that will bring the werewolves and vampires together in some kind of freaky lovefest? Come on, Credence.”
    He did not care to hear his name spoken that way. The memories it stirred would only hamper his need to remain staunch and in control.
    “Madly in love?” He pressed a hand to the door over her shoulder and leaned in. The move put her off, which pleased him. Come on, princess, you’re not allowed to tease without retaliation. “At this very moment, I can’t imagine that happening unless hell turns to ice. You, Lady Saint-Pierre, are standoffish, spoiled and contrary.”
    “And you are an aristocratic bore.”
    “Uneducated,” he countered.
    “Old.”
    “Uncouth.”
    “I’m not sure what that means.”
    He smiled. “Ill-mannered.”
    “Ah. I’ll take that one. And I’ll counter with dull and uninteresting.”
    Did she really want to play this game? Because he’d show her how far from dull he could get.
    Creed slid a hand over the sparkling choker caressing her neck, fitting his fingers up under her chin. Her eyes flashed