do not to sag in her chair in relief.
“More yogurt?” Sebastian lifted the ornate golden urn that looked as though it had been passed down at least ten generations.
“No, thanks. I really should get to work. Would you please show me where the files are? I want to dig out what we’ll need for the meeting.”
“Absolutely not.” He rose in a swift motion. “We have far more important things to do.”
“Like what?”
“You must see our country. More coffee?”
“No, thanks, I’m fine. I might blast off if I drink more of that stuff.”
“Good, right?”
She couldn’t resist smiling in response to his enthusiastic grin. “Fantastic.” Her toes tingled at the idea of exploring the world she’d glimpsed from her window. “Could we go see the harbor?”
“Of course.” Sebastian rose from his chair and held out his hand for her to take it.
He never did that at the office.
Tessa slid her fingers into his strong hand, and let him pull her from her chair. He didn’t move out of the way as she stood, so she found herself dangerously close to his muscled chest. His warm, male scent of sunshine and spice.
Her skin prickled at his nearness.
Why didn’t he move?
His dark eyes drifted over her pale green dress. “You look lovely today, Tessa.”
“Thanks.” She swallowed.
He never usually noticed what she was wearing.
He hadn’t let go of her hand, either. Her palm heated against his.
What was he up to?
Four
“Your hair is wavy.” Sebastian’s gaze followed the undulating mass of hair that she’d tied back with a clasp before breakfast.
Tessa’s hand sprang self-consciously to her head. At least it was nearly dry. “My dryer didn’t fit the outlet.”
Sebastian reached behind her head, his arm almost brushing her cheek in a swift movement that made her gasp. With thumb and finger he unsnapped her hair clip and removed it. Her hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes shone with appreciation. “You should always wear it like this.” He pocketed her clip. “Why do women scorch the natural beauty out of their hair?”
“It looks neater blow-dried straight.”
“I disagree.” He reached into her hair.
Tessa fought the urge to protest. This was totally unprofessional! He stroked her hair. Heat rippled in her belly and she swallowed the desire to purr like a contented cat.
She gulped for air. Had he forgotten she had a boyfriend? “Where are we heading?”
“The harbor. I’ll phone ahead and have my boat prepared.”
He withdrew his hand from her hair and reached into his pocket for his cell.
Oh, how the other half lived.
Tessa expected a chauffeured limousine—especially since that’s how Sebastian generally moved around New York.
But no. They left the palace on foot, through an arched doorway that took them out onto one of the winding cobbled streets flanked with whitewashed buildings.
She was even more astonished when Sebastian stopped to greet ordinary citizens. He seemed to know everyone on a first-name basis, and inquired after their families and their businesses like an old friend.
Weirder still, Tessa found she could understand snatches of conversation, although she’d never had the need to learn the Caspian language.
After a few introductions, she made a halting attempt to greet an elderly man in Caspian.
Sebastian rewarded her efforts with a broad grin. “You speak like a native.”
“No, I don’t! But I’m having fun trying. How come so many of the words sound familiar?”
“Did you study Latin in school?”
“I went to St. Peter’s.” She chuckled. “You know the snootiest prep school on the East Coast made everyone take Latin.”
“That’s why you understand us. Caspians speak a dialect of Latin that’s changed little since the time of the Roman Empire. Add a vowel at the end of a few words, and you’re speaking Caspian. Some words haven’t changed at all. Te amo, for example, still means I love you.”
Mischief sparkled in his eyes.
Tessa ignored the rush of heat to her chest. He was toying with her! What a nerve. Just because she’d handed in her notice he thought he could let loose and flirt with her before she quit?
Te amo. Yeah. Right. As if she was dumb enough to join the cohorts of women notched on his bedpost. Maybe he thought it would be fun to make her fall in love with him—then dump her—as punishment for quitting her job and leaving him in the lurch.
Sebastian had a reputation for treating seduction as a sport. His little black book—little BlackBerry, rather—must have a thousand names in it. She knew about all those starlets and models and fashion designers, not to mention tennis star Andrea Raditz and soccer champion Leah Mannion. Oh, yes, and half his graduating class at Brown University. And let’s not even get into all those British girls he’d romanced during his years at Eton.
Loving Sebastian was a game with a very crowded playing field, and she had no intention of joining in.
When they reached the end of a row of stuccoed buildings, Tessa stood facing the magnificent bay she’d seen from her room.
The sea breeze cooled her, and the salt air mingled with the sharp scent of lemons piled high on a nearby market stall.
“This scene looks as if it hasn’t changed in two thousand years.”
“It probably hasn’t, at least on the surface. The wireless Internet is pretty recent.” He flashed a sly smile. “No one’s sure who first built this harbor. It’s been here for all of recorded history.”
They walked toward the water. Almost turquoise in the shallow bay, it lapped against ancient blocks of stone worn smooth by the passage of a million feet.
A long painted boat bobbed a few feet offshore, and Sebastian waved to the man seated in its prow. He punted the boat alongside the quay, and lashed it to a giant iron ring.
The boatman was young and handsome. Tessa found herself held on both sides by gorgeous Caspian men as she stepped down into the rocking, red interior.
Sebastian
