to be one hell of an uphill battle.
2
A N HOUR LATER , Emma sat on the stiff, black leather couch in the library where sheâd been told to wait for Xavier and tried not to think about what happened with Ryan.
She tried. She wasnât all that successful.
One brief conversation and he was suddenly all she could think about. Maybe she should seek him out again and get more answers from him. Or maybe she should keep trying to forget she ever saw him in the first place.
Finally, Xavier entered the room. âThere you are, my dear.â
She stood up. Her purse and tote bag full of books leaned against the leg of the couch to her left. âHere I am. Do you have it?â
âI certainly do.â
He held a small green glass bottle. It was about the size of an antique perfume bottle with a glass stopper.
âItâs beautiful,â she said.
âI acquired it in London a few months ago.â He looked at it sourly. âIâm disappointed in it.â
It was half filled with liquid. âWhat sort of potion is it supposed to be?â
âIt is called Desidero .â He peered at it through the opening in his mask. âItâs supposed to be a mood enhancer, but it doesnât seem to work at all. Iâve tested it several times to no avail, which leads me to believe I was either duped when I bought it or its properties are no longer viable. I spent a great deal of money on this and if PARA determines that it is not what it is meant to be, then those who sold it to me will be held accountable. At the very least, Iâll expect my money back.â
âIs it dangerous?â
âNot at all. Like I said, it doesnât work. Itâs no more dangerous than water.â
Emma took the bottle from him and inspected it, turning it around in her hand. The stopper didnât look particularly snug. Sheâd brought a sealed case to keep it in for the trip back so no contents would spill. âWeâre happy to assess it for you and let you know what we find. Itâll probably take about a week before someone gives you the report. Anyway, it was very nice to meet you, Xavier.â
She was about to move past him to grab her bags when he blocked her path. âLeaving so soon?â he asked.
âI appreciate you letting me attend the party, but I think itâs time I headed home. My bus leaves at eleven and itâs already ten oâclock.â
âI understand,â he said, nodding. âBut if youâre tired, I have plenty of room here at my mansion. I could have a bed made up for you.â
âThatâs really not necessary.â
He drew closer to her. âIâd love the chance to get to know you better.â
Emma stiffened as she felt his bony hand press againsther. âAre you aware that youâre now cupping my right breast?â
He smiled. âSuch a lovely right breast it is. The left one is equally alluring.â
Oh, boy. âI need to go now.â
âIâm a very rich man, Emma. And I enjoy collecting beautiful things. I have three mistresses set up in Manhattan, two in Toronto, and one in London. Have you ever given any thought to letting someone take care of you so you can live a life of leisure rather than having to pursue a full-time career to support yourself?â
She eyed him. âAre you asking me to be one of your mistresses?â
He swept his gaze over her, stopping at her cleavage. âI donât have a redhead in my collection yet.â
She couldnât say she was overly surprised by this turn of events. Xavier Franklinâs reputation for chasing much younger women by the bakerâs dozen did precede him, after all. She was surprised he only had six mistresses.
âLook, Xavier, Iâm flattered, of course, but I wouldnât say Iâm in the market forââ
He aimed a kiss toward her mouth, but she dodged out of the way just in time. He grinned wickedly at her.