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of blue cheese sat on a platter with crackers and a
wide variety of plump fruits. A carafe of chilled champagne stood in the center
of the table next to a pitcher of ice water, beaded with sweat.
    Oh. And there was cheesecake .
    “Whatever you desire.” He swept out an arm in invitation.
    Honestly. She didn’t know where to start.
    She figured it out though and in the end she took a little
of everything.
    He sat beside her on the cushions as she ate, a large,
looming presence, amused by her enthusiasm. He didn’t touch the food. He tried
a bit of this and a bit of that but insisted she feed him. When she asked why
she had to place each morsel in his mouth, he merely said that was the way it
was.
    At first the intimacy was a bit uncomfortable for Aimalee
but she quickly warmed to it, to him. For as her belly filled, another hunger
swelled within her.
    Time seemed to slow. The lighting dimmed. Muted music,
ancient tunes in zither and lute, drifted through the intimate chamber. The
touch of his lips dampened her fingers, the curl of his tongue tickled her
palm.
    And the meal became a seduction.
    The only question was—who was seducing whom?

Chapter Four
     
    Keeshan watched, entranced as Aimalee explored the banquet
table laden with all manner of strange delicacies conjured by the lamp.
    He’d spent a lot of time before the mirror, watching the
world change without him, studying the nuances and the trends…and the food. But
it was difficult to assimilate without real experience. His visitors allowed
him to explore some of it. A glimpse of the new tastes, the flavor of an era,
but it wasn’t the same as living it. He longed to be free. To live his life in
real time. To know .
    Through the millennia, he’d learned to enjoy the slivers the
lamp allowed. And yes, he relished them. Each and every minute.
    He bit his lip when she discovered yet another one of her
favorite treats and gave a little cry of delight. He shifted on the satin
pillow as a shaft of unadulterated lust snaked through him. Ah, that she would
cry like that for a taste of him.
    And what was it about this woman?
    He was always beset with mind-numbing arousal when the lamp
brought him a new consort—what man would not be inflamed after a hundred years
of abstinence?—but this excitement, this sense of connection was
something new.
    And it wasn’t just that she had all the physical attributes
he preferred—long, silky blonde hair, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, lush,
tempting curves. No, there was more. She had an aura of innocence about her he
found irresistible.
    When she perched up on her knees and stretched across the
table for a small bowl of fluffy white froth, it was all he could do to keep
his hands fisted in his lap and not reach for the exquisite globes of her
rounded bottom. She had no idea how alluring she was. He wasn’t sure if this delighted
him or frustrated him. Perhaps a little of both.
    He wanted her. He wanted her with an intensity that
frightened him.
    Annoyance that she was devoted to another man roiled in his
gut. Such jealousy had never plagued him before. Not like this. Knowing Aimalee
loved Carter—that tormented him to the depths of his being.
    Especially since he knew the truth about Carter.
    A truth Aimalee didn’t know.
    He toyed with the idea of revealing what he had seen in the
mirror but then thrust the thought away. He didn’t want to distract her with
the world outside this bower. And he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to
see her cry.
    The truth about Carter would make her cry.
    “Whipped cream!” She flashed him a disarming grin. “You have
to try this.” And then, by all the gods, she dipped her finger into the bowl,
scooped out some of the froth and lifted it to his lips.
    Keeshan stilled. Every ort of his being. Slowly, he parted
his lips and licked. Taste exploded on his tongue. The delicious cream, to be
sure, but the captivating essence of Aimalee as well. He held her gaze and
suckled