“Please take a seat.” Lucien was observing her ever since she came through the door. He was checking her for any reactions. He wanted to see if she realized he was actually greeting her and not the other people surrounding them. His gaze was somehow intent, and he could feel it as he did it on purpose, but much to his dismay, this lady was indubitably resistant to his deliberate intimidations. How can that even be possible? Is she human? A lady? With her femme fatale, he doubts she is a lesbian in any way, and even if there were, he is convinced he won’t accept it! Funny! When did...