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she was seducing a vampire, and if she wanted Aden’s cooperation, she was going to have to play his game. Hadn’t she just told Dresner that she’d do whatever it took to get revenge for Janey’s death? Well, whatever it took had just become the necessity of flashing some skin.
    And if it also meant letting Aden take a bite, as it almost certainly would?
    She ignored the thrill of excitement that thought generated, telling herself that her nipples were peaking because there was a cold draft in the room. This was Chicago, after all, and the wind was a nearly constant buffeting against the windows.
    “All right, that’s it,” she told her reflection. “Buck up, Sid.”
    But she still felt better once she’d pulled on her long, wool coat along with a warm scarf. Maybe it would be cold in Aden’s office. Maybe she’d have an excuse to keep the scarf on.
    “SIDONIE REID IS here, my lord.”
    Aden swung the chair around from his contemplation of the Chicago skyline and met Bastien’s amused expression.
    “She’s wearing a scarf,” Bastien explained.
    “Show her in,” Aden said. “And, Bastien,” he added before his lieutenant could open the door. “Turn up the heat.”
    He grinned. “Right away, my lord.”
    Aden leaned back, not bothering to get up when Sidonie marched into his office. And that’s what she did. She marched , determination furrowing her brow and tightening her full lips into a pinched pout. Did she realize that her resolve to resist his seduction only made her that much more irresistible? That her very defiance was a blatant challenge to his dominance as an apex predator? He smirked privately, thinking of the many ways he could deal with her deliberate provocation, and he would deal with it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with her first.
    “Ms. Reid,” he said lazily, “you’re late.”
    She blinked in surprise, and he wondered if she’d expected him to pounce on her the minute she walked through the door.
    “It  . . . I couldn’t get a taxi, and it was too cold to walk. I had to wait—”
    “You should have called. I would have sent my car.”
    Her pouty lips opened in a silent oh before she visibly gathered her wits and came closer to his desk. She surprised him by unwinding her scarf and shouldering out of her winter coat. So he surprised her in turn, using his vampire speed to get behind her and play the gentleman by helping her with the coat, then tossing it over the couch against the far wall.
    She gasped in startlement, giving him a surprised look over her shoulder. A look that quickly reverted to irritation when she saw Aden’s satisfied smile. But his smile only grew broader when he saw the elegant line of pale skin bared by the swooping neckline of her sweater.
    Well played, Ms. Reid, he thought to himself. Well played, indeed.
    “That’s a lovely sweater,” he commented, enjoying the flush of color the compliment brought to her cheeks. With skin like that, she’d be hard-pressed to conceal her emotions. Not that he needed visible proof of such things. Her fluttering pulse and pounding heart, her delightful scent, told him much more than her blush. But he appreciated the beauty of it all the same.
    “Thank you,” she said, showing the first sign of real nerves since she’d walked into the room. She eyed the chairs in front of his desk, but clearly didn’t know if she should simply sit down or ask if he minded first.
    Not wanting the desk between them, Aden walked over and gestured at the flat expanse of window where the Chicago skyline was now decorated by a few fitful flakes of snow being tossed wildly in the ever-present wind. “Do you live in Chicago, Ms. Reid?” He knew she was staying here, but didn’t know if she considered this home, and he wanted to hear what she’d say.
    “Call me Sidonie,” she responded politely, coming to stand next to him by the window. “My family home is in the distant suburbs. So distant, it barely qualifies as