His eyes darkened as he read the thoughts flitting through my head—I wasn’t great at hiding my emotions. To him, I was probably an open book. “I could never get enough of you,” he assured me, lifting his hand so he could stroke my cheek. He kissed me, then added, “And there’s no chance of us growing complacent, not with your talent for getting into trouble.”

“Hey!” I smacked at his chest, a grin tugging at my lips, and he laughed. “If that’s the case, then I’ll make sure to go out of my way to find trouble. You’ll never know a moment’s peace.”

“Is that not what you do already?”

Growling, I started tickling his ribs. In the next second, we were tangled up in the sheets again, rolling around on the mattress and howling with laughter. Who knew that the great and powerful Lord Iannis had such a basic weakness? And that I, of all people, would get close enough to actually exploit it? The stern, forbidding expression he wore in public was gone as he slid on top of me—his cheeks were glowing, his eyes sparkling. His white, even teeth flashed as he gave me one of the widest grins I’d ever seen from him.

“I have you now,” he growled playfully, leaning in to nip at my collarbone. A spark of heat lit inside me, and I arched against him.

A bell rang, interrupting what would have been our second round, and I grumbled a little. But my stomach grumbled louder, signaling it wanted breakfast, so I held back further protests as Iannis rolled off me and reached for the blue robe hanging on a hook by the bed.

“Wait here while I let him in,” he warned, disappearing into the living room of his suite.

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” Sighing, I sat up and ran my hands through my mess of curls. My eyes wandered around the bedroom as I listened to Iannis open the door to the server. It was twice the size of my own bedroom, with a high ceiling, extensive wooden paneling, and a custom, matching wooden four-poster bed. Unlike the blue and gold that dominated his sitting area, study, and office, his bedroom was done in dark greens and browns—masculine but earthy colors. Potted plants sat in the corners, a partitioned wall with a fireplace separated a small sitting area from the bed, and double doors off to the side led out to a private balcony that could be viewed through a large picture window.

On the opposite side of the bedroom, next to the sitting area, the wooden paneling cleverly disguised a door that opened onto a secret passage connecting my new bedroom suite—conveniently located in the west wing—to Iannis’s. Even though I retired to my own rooms at the end of each day, I always woke up in his.