The study was a sanctuary of leather and old paper. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, and a massive oak desk dominated the center of the room. A single lamp cast a warm, amber glow over the space, leaving the corners in deep shadow.
Sophie entered the room ten minutes later. She had changed into a silk slip that barely skimmed her hips, the pale cream fabric making her skin glow in the dim light. She didn't wear a robe. She wanted to see if she could provoke him again.
Bram was sitting behind his desk, a glass of deep red Cabernet in his hand. He didn't look up as she entered, but the way his grip tightened on the glass told her he was aware of every inch of her.
"Close the door," he ordered.
*Click.*
Sophie walked toward him, her bare feet silent on the Persian rug. She s
