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subconsciously left it open on purpose? Would he have done such a thing? He snorted. Whatever the case, Iris certainly hadn’t looked disappointed. In fact, he’d bet good money that the naïve girl had liked what she’d seen.
    Did Luc want her to admit it, or would he insist on going on with his plans? That was the question.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Cheeks burning, Iris rushed back to her room. “Oh, my gosh!” She pressed her hands to her face. “I don’t believe I just did that.”
    How in the world had she managed to keep her cool after seeing Luc in all of his naked glory? What disappointed her most was the fact that she hadn’t even taken the time to look. Her good girl mentality had kicked in and she’d immediately closed her eyes.
    She smiled slowly. She did like what she had seen, though. Golden brown skin covered most of his muscled body. She only wished that instead of having her gaze glued to his perfect chest and incredible abs, she would have had the presence of mind to at least glance down at the lighter spots. She didn’t though. As soon as she realized she’d gotten a side view of his package, she’d glanced up to see him turning her way. At that point, she’d done what she thought prudent by closing her eyes and announcing herself.
    It was too bad she hadn’t thought to get a better look at the rest of him before she closed her eyes. It wasn’t as though the encounter was her fault, after all. He was the one who stood naked in his room with the door hanging wide open.
    Reaching up, she twisted her hair and stared out her window. She tried not to look down. At night, it wasn’t so bad. Lights didn’t show distance too much. Tomorrow, in the daylight, the view would make her sick.
    Moving to the side, she pulled the drapes closed. The last thing she needed to do was wake up in the morning, look out the window and faint dead away. She had plans to make.
    Luc de’Argent might not be her mate, but she planned to find out one way or the other. Iris only had to figure out how to get the man to kiss her. “This should be a piece of cake.”
     
    Four days later, Iris stalked into her bedroom in Luc’s suite. “He said I could stay as long as I liked, then he has the nerve to ask me when I’m leaving? What a jerk!”
    Flopping onto the bed, she pulled her pillow close and sobbed into it. What was the matter with him or was there something wrong with her?
    Dragons weren’t supposed to be this difficult to get a kiss from. Usually, if there was any doubt, the kiss ended it. “So what’s his problem?”
    After four days of hints, questions and just plain throwing herself at him, the man barely gave her the time of day. “What’s wrong with me? Or better yet, what’s wrong with him?” She finally voiced the question that had been plaguing her for the last several days.
    Someone knocked on her door. It could only be him. Iris rolled over, putting her back to the door. “Yes?”
    “May I come in?” She squeezed her eyes shut at the muffled sound of Luc’s sexy voice on the other side.
    “I suppose.” She refused to roll over and face the door. The man didn’t need to know he’d made her cry. It wasn’t as though he’d give a damn, anyway, and she refused to give the jerk the satisfaction.
    A moment of silence followed the sound of the door opening. “Can I talk to you?”
    “I don’t see the need. If you’ll give me tonight, I’ll pack what things I have here and get out of your life.”
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    “Of course you didn’t. You don’t care. You’ve already told me that numerous times. You don’t care enough about me or anyone else to want to hurt our feelings. All you care about is you.”
    “That’s not true.”
    Iris hugged her pillow tight against her chest. Why did things have to hurt so much? Why did she have to fall in love with the defective dragon? Mostly, she wondered why she couldn’t get him to care, even about himself.
    “No.