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widened and her nose went pink. “M-my employers will be doing a command performance when a Russian diplomat comes to London, and I wanted to find out what plays a Russian might like.”
    â€œHow disappointing,” Ivan drawled. “Will you not ask me the same question to prove you are telling the truth?”
    â€œI don’t need to prove anything. It’s true. I work for the Marvins. They are quite famous.”
    He waited.
    â€œI’ve only worked for them for two weeks,” she admitted. “I’m allowed to speak to the hotel staff, aren’t I?”
    â€œThe maids need to stay on their schedule.”
    Miss Loudon bit her lip. “Is anyone in management Russian?”
    â€œNo. You can ask me your question.” He leaned in.
    She soothed her lip with her tongue. His body tightened further. He wished he could touch her lips with his tongue, see what she tasted like. “What plays do you like?” she asked.
    â€œI like to see tragedies, where Fate plays out,” he said.
    â€œVery dark stuff. Are you political?”
    He tore his gaze from her lush, bitten lips with difficulty. “I can assure you that whatever side Georgy Ovolensky is on, you will find me on the opposite side,” he said.
    Her eyes sparkled. “You know about his coming, then. Do you know him?”
    â€œHe is my cousin.”
    Miss Loudon tilted her head. “You must be joking.”
    â€œNo,” he growled.
    She blinked. “I dare say you are not looking forward to the family reunion.”
    He spoke very precisely. “He’s a very bad man. Stay away from him.”
    She straightened her shoulders, which made her chest press out from her dress. “I won’t have any reason to interact with him. Of course I won’t. But I do need to help select a play. Do you think he’ll like Shakespeare?”
    â€œWhy not? I don’t,” Ivan said, tearing his gaze away from her breasts.
    Her expression softened. “My goodness, you really do hate him. Why?”
    He kept his eyes on her face, her pretty blue eyes. “You shouldn’t ask such questions. You know nothing of what we’ve suffered. The revolution, the war.”
    Her chin went up. “I lost my parents almost a decade ago, when the Lusitania went down. I’m an orphan. My two uncles died in the war. Russians aren’t the only ones who’ve suffered.”
    â€œI’m sorry for that, but Georgy Ovolensky is responsible for the deaths of much of my family, Miss Loudon. Stay away from him.”
    Instead of fleeing as he expected, she stood taller. “You already warned me. An unnecessary warning, as I pointed out. Perhaps you should be the one to flee.”
    â€œI’m considering it,” he told her.
    That took the fire from her. “Oh. I see. How dreadful. Are you considered a criminal in Russia?”
    He frowned. “No. I was too young. But my oldest sister, she was a revolutionary and Georgy took advantage of that to annihilate my family. Only Vera and I survived.”
    â€œWho is that?” Her voice faltered. “Your wife?”
    â€œAnother sister.”
    â€œI see. Such a sad conversation, when it started with kisses,” she said. She should have smiled with such flirtatious words on her lips, but she did not. “I’m sorry about your family.”
    Ivan saw Swankle appear at the top of the corridor. He’d been talking too long. “Kisses are never a waste,” he said. “Maybe next time.”
    As her mouth rounded with surprise, he stepped forward, too close, and blew her a kiss. She gasped. He saw Swankle staring at them both. His cheerful gaze narrowed.
    Ivan swore. Would Swankle report him for his familiarity?

Chapter Three
    P eter Eyre checked the clock in his office behind the hotel’s registration desk. Ten P.M. New Year’s Eve. He’d better make an appearance at the nightclub.
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