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landed on yours.”
    “So you are as disrespectful to your father as you are to everyone else.”
    “That’s not fair, he…” Why did she bother? A man could never understand what it felt like to be stifled and encapsulated within the small, narrow world of a woman. Confined to the home, never allowed to go anywhere on her own, her thoughts considered ridiculous and useless, her life’s work to bear and raise children and please her husband.
    She turned back to the books, and they worked in silence, but her anxiety rose with each crinkle of paper and exasperated breath. What was he planning when she finished? He was in control at the moment. Her hand trembled as her mind imagined a thousand possibilities. None of them appealing. She could stand it no longer. “What are you going to do with me?”
    He stared at the columns of paper. “I don’t know, yet. Your presence on my ship does present a problem.”
    As usual, she was a problem to be dealt with. “If you sail to the nearest port, I will gladly disembark.”
    “I told you that isn’t possible.” He vaulted from his seat. “Are you finished yet?”
    She shoved the last two books into their proper places and swung to face him. “Yes.”
    “Good. Then take off your clothes.”
    Her eyes widened, and her stomach clenched into a tight ball of dread. Had he been serious when he announced one of her duties would be to warm his bed? She raised her chin and fisted her hands, ready to defend herself. “I will not.”
    “You are a lady, and you will dress as one.”
    A breeze of relief sifted through her. “I cannot work in a dress. I will injure myself. It is—”
    “You are not working on this ship.” Although his face betrayed no emotion, his rigid arms and stiff body shouted his anger.
    “I can’t sit in this cabin day after day with nothing to do. I will go mad.”
    “You should have thought of that before you decided to stowaway on the Sea Dragon .” He picked up one of the neat stacks of paper and placed it in a drawer.
    The man was insufferable. She slapped her hands on the flat surface of the desk and leaned toward him. “Your men made a mistake and put part of my brother’s cargo in your hold.”
    “Did you ever think you may have been the one to make the error?”
    She had. “I didn’t. And Thomas wouldn’t have been so pig-headed about allowing me to work on his ship.”
    He glared at her for a moment that lasted an eternity. His hard, chocolate-brown eyes glittered with an unreadable emotion. Arianna’s blood swept through her veins at an incredible pace, and her heart skittered around the inside of her chest.
    Captain Danvers jerked his gaze from hers and stuffed the last of the papers in his desk, then stalked to the drawer beneath his berth where the arms of shirts and legs of pants still hung out at every angle. Snatching something wrapped in brown paper from underneath his clothes, he threw it to her. “It was to be a present for my sister. She is about your size.” He crossed to the door. “When I return, I expect to see you clothed in it, and my room back to its original condition.”

Chapter Three
    His body hummed with desire for the virago in his cabin, and he couldn’t fathom why. He adjusted pants that had grown too tight while in her presence. She was a shapely package of frustration that fired his anger to a degree he had never experienced. He had tried to forget her as he rearranged the documents on his desk, focusing his mind on the letters and numbers written in ink, but he felt her essence, heard the sound of her movements and the soft swish of her breathing, and smelled her scent. When she leaned over his desk, her breasts pressed against her shirt, molded by the cloth… No woman had ever affected him in such a way, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
    He listened at his door. Would she flee his room? Demolish the rest of his possessions? When no suspicious noises drifted from the cabin, he proceeded above