aring her for the night. Lavender-scented oil diffused into the air, and soft, classical music playe

et, Kelly sighed at the rows of pale, silk nightg

ty, simply smiled at Kelly

did a final check of the room's security system, e

shut, Elsie's smile vanished. The silence that f

pastel silks. She pressed a finger against a discreet panel hidden in the woodwork.

completely dif

a Perla, Carine Gilson. Gowns of the finest Lyon silk and lace, purch

so fine it felt like a cool whisper

snow-white skin and innocent face of a sheltered heiress, contra

ig deeper into the life of Duke Blake. This time, she bypas

string of famous girlfriends, no scandals. Every report, every

estroyed. "He's not a man. He's a high-function

he felt. It was a t

lator had a flaw in its cod

was her secret income. For years, she had been anonymously selling jewelry d

ometric cufflinks. She began to sketch, transforming the hard, masculine lines into a soft, winding bracelet, a golden vine that wo

a skyscraper in Manhattan, Duke Blake was endi

l. The glittering lights of the city spread out below

James Moran, stood s

ot, taken by a private investigator. Elsie Sutton, sitting in a garden, reading a bo

like this, meticulous

l. "The final background check on Miss Sutton

idn't

hesitation in his voice. "There are several transactions, ro

readable. He picked up the photograph, his thumb

nstead, the corner of his mouth tilt

aid, his voice

easure. He had thought his boss was acquiring a pure

in his desk. His expression was once ag

nce," he ordered. "Ensu

rom the outside world. Not from

und rather..