Chapter 3
Strange man. Watching as he struggled to get to his feet and leave as quickly as he could with his head up and his dignity intact, Alisa wondered why the doctor had so much difficulty engaging in what she considered normal small talk between a man and a woman.
He’d been affronted and offended, acting as if she’d insulted him when in fact she’d meant no harm. Honestly, she didn’t know any other way to converse with a man who wasn’t either family or in her employ. Truth be told, she’d always hated it. Growing up watching her older sisters, Alisa had known she wasn’t beautiful or sensual or even very interesting. Still, she’d known what had been expected of her and so she behaved accordingly. Young or old, married or single, they flirted and she flirted back. It meant absolutely nothing. It was all a game and everyone did it.
Everyone, that is, except Dr. Braden Streib.
When he almost walked into the doorframe instead of through the door, she rose from her seat to go to him and offer her assistance, but he corrected himself at the last moment. Which was good, because she knew he probably wouldn’t welcome her help in any way.
Strike the probably. He would not want her assistance at anything other than his research tests.
Noted. Not only was he arrogant, but stubborn and rude to boot. One of those intellectual types who looked down on people who weren’t.
Which stung, because he apparently hadn’t bothered to learn anything about her other than her ability to go a long time without shifting. She wasn’t the stereotypical fairy tale type of princess, spending her days shopping and partying. Instead, she’d taken stock of her assets and realized early on that her intelligence would get her much farther than her looks. So she’d gone to university, earning both her bachelor’s and her master’s in short time. She was currently on track to work on her doctorate.
Few people knew that about her as it was something she took care to keep hidden from the world. The last thing she wanted was paparazzi following her around campus with cameras. She enjoyed blending in, loving a place where she wasn’t judged in the shadows of her two sisters’ amazing looks.
Once again, someone wanted to put her in the spotlight and highlight her differences.
Dr. Streib claimed to have researched her. Evidently, he’d only checked into her medical history, which seemed oddly shortsighted. For all he knew, her mental ability could have something to do with the way she needed to change less often than others. If anything, she would have expected a researcher of his caliber to be more thorough.
So he thought her a dim-witted party girl. Fine. Lots of people—those that didn’t really know her—did. One more shouldn’t have bothered her, but it did, oddly enough.
She’d long ago stopped wishing she was prettier. With a blind man, looks wouldn’t matter. If he’d been different, more approachable, they could have conversed in a purely intellectual manner. She would have enjoyed that.
Obviously, that wasn’t meant to be.
She’d have to figure out another way to deal with him. Too bad. This had been the first time in a long time that she’d actually been more than mildly interested in a man.
As for his research, she knew beyond a doubt that her blood, body or cells didn’t contain some magical, mystical difference that would give him the secret to her ability to remain human for long periods of time. It was just who she was, a little bit of extra she’d gotten since she’d clearly been passed over in the beauty department.
With a small shrug, she rose and smoothed down her dress. They’d have to figure out a way to get along. After all, they’d be spending a lot of time together in his laboratory—more than she’d intended or imagined, if he had his way. Of course, she didn’t plan on working with him for six hours a day, every single day. She had her volunteer work and her education, as well as her horses and her painting.
Out in the hallway, she took a leisurely stroll to the staircase, wincing as she imagined him trying to navigate the labyrinth that was the palace. She should have helped him, regardless of his antagonism, as she would have assisted any guest. In the future, she resolved that she would. No matter what he said, she wouldn’t let him get to her.
She would help him do his experiments and tests and hopefully, when he found nothing, he’d accept that with good grace and go back to America where he belonged.
There. Problem solved. She’d do her duty, her father would be happy, and Dr. Streib would go away knowing he’d tried. Now she could relax and try to go about completing her duties for the afternoon.
Though she bustled around the palace on various errands, Dr. Streib was conspicuously absent the rest of the day. He didn’t attend the evening meal and when she inquired, she learned he’d chosen to eat alone in his room.
Since her parents were entertaining friends with an elaborate formal dinner and her brother had gone out on one of his numerous dates, Alisa also ate alone. This happened more frequently than not, as she preferred quiet evenings at home with a good book to going out on the town partying with a group of people she had to pretend were her friends.
As usual, that night she took her meal in a small table in the kitchen. The ginger chicken with black beans was tasty and she ate slowly while she read.
Oddly enough, though normally she relished the peace and quiet, this night she found she would have welcomed company. Not just any company, but Dr. Streib’s. For some unfathomable reason, she realized she found their verbal sparring invigorating.
After she’d finished her meal, she grabbed a pot of fresh tea and headed up to her room to read. Aware she had to be at the laboratory early, she got ready for bed, crawling beneath the covers right as her clock chimed midnight. She had a touch of a headache, though she felt too tired to get back out of her bed and search for a pain reliever.
If she had any dreams, she didn’t remember them.
The next morning she woke to bright sunshine and birdsong. Testing her head, she found the headache had retreated. Good. Stretching, she tried to decide what she’d do that afternoon. Normally on a day like this, she’d go for a horseback ride or a long walk with her dogs. Since she knew she’d be confined to the house helping Dr. Streib with his pointless research in the morning, maybe she’d do some of her favorite activities that afternoon.
Stretching, she reluctantly climbed from her supersoft bed and padded across the room to the shower. She elected not to call in any of her numerous assistants, preferring to perform her late morning preparations in privacy. She’d long ago learned that her day went better if she kept the fussing and pampering to a minimum. Of course, if there was a special event, she used all the help at her disposal. But for day-to-day, routine life, she preferred to do as much as possible on her own.
Ninety minutes later, hair scooped back in a jaunty ponytail and minimal makeup skillfully applied, she wandered out into the hallway dressed in jeans and boots and a soft cashmere sweater. Despite the bright sunshine, the weather forecasters had predicted a cold front coming in from the mountains later that day and she wanted to be ready.
A quick glance at her watch showed it was nearly noon. She’d overslept. Next time, she’d be sure and set an alarm. After having an egg-white omelet for a late breakfast, she took her second cup of coffee with her as she made her way to Dr. Streib’s laboratory. She wasn’t sure what exactly to expect, but she doubted any of it would be fun.
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