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Jamys reached out to touch her cheek, but she flinched away "Christian?"
When she turned around, the face she presented was all distant politeness again "What more can I do for you, my lord?"
Jamys could think of several thousand replies, but chose the one that would immediately prevent her escape "Showfrom the collar of Chris’s work blouse set her in motion; she would not let him see her all flustered and red-faced "Of course I’ot This way"
Why he wanted to see it when he obviously hated her suite--his suite, she corrected herself--made no difference He wanted to see the bedroom; she would show it to hia tunes she’d do that, too She’d be such a perfect tresora that he’d forget about her idiot outburst in the kitchen
Focus on the task at hand, Mr Burke would say Our s, only in the efficiency of our performance
The master bedroom was the only part of the suite that could be closed off by a door panel that slid behind the shoji lighting screen, which Chris demonstrated for Jamys before she passed over the threshold
"The bed is an oversize king Savoir, and the sheets are silk" Black silk, in fact, that she’d ordered because the sahty percent"
LED floods set to reflect off the low from the crystalline base of the center bed installation Chris had found a Canadian artist who created large-scale sculptures in Lucite and steel, and had coular platform He had faithfully captured her vision of disheveled stacks of clear, pal polished obsidian spheres inlaid with ribbons of silver Larger, identical spheres flanked the low headboard panel of silver-frah these had been sheared off at the top to provide the flat surfaces necessary to hold the house phone and device-recharging station
Chris walked over to a rectangle of lights set into the floor, one of which sent a solid bea
"The h the beaan to rise from the floor Water flooded the interior tub, which she had designed to comfortably fit two, and streamed over the sides to fall into thethe stone "The terees, but you can adjust that and the speed of the whirlpool jets on the control panel" She nodded toward the opaque shoji screens to one side of the bed "If you or your guests want h there That’s also where all the linens are stored"
Jamys walked over to one of the walls to exaes "Poetry"
Chris had personally fraes of poetry purchased from the rare-document auctions she followed; she had carefully selected verses penned by such s Knowing howtouch Chris hadn’t bothered to tell him that each poem she’d framed contained some word or phrase that re in the suite had been chosen for the saned it for herself, but it was all about hi for hi she couldn’t say, every hope locked inside her heart
He bent to touch the glea around slowly "No glass"
"The suite is too close to the penthouse," she said, hten a fold of the pleated black chiffon duvet "It’s a safety precaution When Lord Vader--I lass within a hundred yards shatters"
He watched her face "Why ‘Winterheart’?"
"The cli Kyn aren’t accusto her words carefully so that nothing she said would be an outright lie "I thought this would provide a sanctuary from the outside world"
Her sanctuary, where she could hide for an hour and vent so Sa she had come here almost every day to scream into a pillow until her throat burned, or curl up on the bed and count the sparkling ’s snowy stucco Over tiravation and conduct herself with the composure expected of a tresora
Chris still came to the suite occasionally, but only when she was lonely, when her heart ached, and when she didn’t think she could bear spending one ht as she watched Jaarrison were big, strong, beautiful ht to the stronghold with gentleness and respect Every woarrison’s quarters left the next , dreamy smile on her face