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He couldn’t help laughing, imagining her as a cute little girl, frowning as she tried to teach herself to play music.
“How long have you played piano?” she asked.
“On and off since I was a kid. It helps me with…”
“With…?”
Ah, here he went again, wanting to tell her things about his life, things he’d not confided in anyone before. “I was an anxious kid. Music soothed me, stopped me fire-breathing, which was a real problem when I was a dragonling. When dragons hyperventilate it’s really hard to control the heat building. But the concentration I needed to learn the piano took my mind off my anxiety.”
“Will you play for me?” she asked softly.
He laughed nervously. “Ah, no. I just tinkle really, for my own pleasure.”
“This doesn’t look like tinkling.” She flicked through the sheet music resting on the piano. “Mopin, Hubert, Monzart. These are quite complex pieces.”
“Ah well.” He laughed, that stupid nervous laugh, then shrugged and made an effort to sound gruff. “Not many jobs for dragon pianists out there, so aviation it is.” He strode toward the door, making it clear their discussion was over.
His dreams of being a professional musician were a thing of his youth.
And imagining Min listening to him play, applauding him once he was done? Well, that was a dream too.
And he had no time for such things.
Back to practicalities, Blade.
“I’ll show you to your room,” he said as she joined him. “It’s next to mine; I hope that won’t be a problem for you.”
He nearly showed her his bedroom, with its triple king bed, but immediately thought better of it. He didn’t want her to think he was hinting at anything. Even so, as they walked along the corridor back toward his suite, he had this urge, crazy as it was, to let his tail curve around her hip and tug her gently into his flank.
Gods, it seemed he was more than a little attracted to this human.
And that was awkward.
He’d have to hold himself in check.
Keep his libido under wraps.
Not that he would ever… make a move. He was the epitome of self-control and good manners.
But with his cocks hardening after just the briefest fantasy, the idea of being in close proximity to Minerva Westwind for the next month should worry him.
Except it didn’t.
It made him feel happier than he’d been in years.
CHAPTER 8
Min stood gazing around her very grand and spacious bedroom. Like the rest of Ethan’s apartment, it was exquisitely furnished in muted shades.
“Is it to your taste?” he asked her, his ice blue gaze unblinking. The way he stared at her probably should make her uncomfortable. After all, Quentin staring at her made her want to squirm. But this handsome dragon gazing at her didn’t have that effect at all. Instead, it sent little bubbles of delight fizzing through her veins.
She nodded. “I have a very small room in the eaves of the bookshop.” Her lips quirked. “I’ll just about cope with this.”
For a second his brows pleated with concern, then his face relaxed. “Ah, you tease.” As if suddenly catching the double meaning, he changed the subject quickly. “Your closet.” He threw open the door. “Plenty of space for your clothes.” She cast a self-deprecating glance down her gray shift dress. “This is one of two dresses I own. You may have noticed I wore it to one of our meetings. I normally wear shirts and pants, or jeans and tees in the shop.”
His brows quirked. “You don’t like fancy clothes?”
“It’s not that. I’ve just never had a need for them… My life is quiet, I don’t socialize much. I guess I’m your classic introvert.’’ She smiled. “But I’m happy to wear what I’m expected to.”
