Elena had come to the Grand Athenaeum Library for a quiet research project. At twenty-seven, she thrived in the hush of archives, but nothing prepared her for the man behind the restricted access desk.
Dr. Adrian Vale. Head archivist. Strikingly attractive in a way that felt almost dangerous in such a staid environment. Early thirties, tall and lean with broad shoulders.
“Miss Elena Reyes,” he said, checking her credentials on the desk. “Restricted archives require special approval. And special rules.”
She felt his gaze linger on the way her blouse hugged her curves. “I understand. I’ll follow every rule.”
A faint smile curved his lips. “We’ll see.”
He led her through a door into the restricted section. “You may access these volumes, but under my supervision. No photography. No remova
