Should she go to bed? Eden couldn't take her eyes off the monumental bed, wondering what Ian wanted from her. The bed was topped by a vast canopy of pale pink silk, which a sort of crown connected to the ceiling. 

She would never have chosen such a color, nor those rococo friezes that adorned the walls. And all those mirrors.

 As for the paintings, engravings and knick-knacks, they were all very suggestive and made her feel uncomfortable, without her knowing very well why. 

The adjoining boudoir was a real bonbonniere, filled with hangings and cushions. There were no shelves to put books on, no bookcases in sight. As for...