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again.”
    “No.”
    She blinked in surprise. “Why not?”
    “Giving you any further pleasure without making skin-to-skin
contact would hardly help you get over your problem with being touched.” He
gave her a moment to accept that. “And now, as your teacher, I say no more
questions. For now at least. Stand up, please, and take a few steps back.”
    To her surprise, she realized she was actually turned-on by
his ability to arouse her without actually touching her. Wondering what other
surprises he might have in store for her was enough to have her silence the
rest of her questions and get on with the so-called challenge. She rose, walked
a few feet away and quietly awaited his next instruction.
    He slowly scanned her from spiky hair to worn sandals. “I am
curious about something. You are an incredibly beautiful, enticing woman. Yet
your choice of hair color and makeup suggests you believe you need additional
decoration. I don’t understand.”
    She gave a dry laugh. “I’m not suffering from low
self-esteem if that’s what you’re suggesting. If anything, I’ve tried to make
myself less attractive. You know how Mother Nature gives deadly creatures
bright coloring as a warning to others. I sort of took my cue from her.
Everyone is better off if they keep their distance from me.”
    “So you don’t actually prefer the way you look right now?”
    She shrugged. “It’s just something else I’ve gotten used to
out of necessity.”
    “But if you don’t love it and you have no reason to warn me
away, I’d very much like to see you a bit less…colorful. Would you mind?” He
lifted his hand but waited for her okay before redecorating her.
    “I believe I’ve already granted you permission to have your
way with me,” she said, shocked at how easily the innuendo slipped out of her
mouth.
    He grinned and waved his hand at her. “Oh yes, much better.”
    She turned toward a mirror on the wall and noted her hair
was now her natural shade of light blonde and her makeup was reduced to the
minimum needed to keep her pale features from disappearing completely.
    In the mirror, she watched him walk behind her to the vase
of flowers. She turned in time to see him touch a leaf and turn it into a black
silk scarf, which he carried to her. “How do you do that?”
    “Transmutation. It’s one part of alchemy. All matter has the
identical origin. I can’t create or destroy it, but I can change its form. Now,
close your eyes.”
    She obeyed, and the silk scarf tightened around her head,
keeping her eyes shut beneath it. “Is this really necessary? I already agreed—”
    “Yes, it’s necessary. You need to learn to control your
sixth sense. Shutting one down will help a little. As we begin, the block will
be in place. I will take it away very gradually while you use the psychic energy
I’m releasing to create a block of your own.”
    As she stood there, blindfolded, the fear of not being in
control of what was happening almost made her change her mind. Then she
remembered something she had sensed when he’d lost control of the block. She’d
felt his honesty strongly enough to know everything he had said so far was the
truth. And she was perfectly safe in his hands. That was good. But there was
something more. Not a lie exactly, more of an absence of truth, an omission.
Something he held back from her.
    “Focus,” he ordered sternly.
    She took a slow breath and tuned into her intuition. As soon
as she confirmed a sense of safety surrounded her, she unclenched her fists.
She mentally reached out to him and easily met the block. She could tell the instant
he weakened it. She tried to rebuild it but the temptation to discover the
omission was greater than her desire to learn.
    “Again.”
    His tone left no room for hesitation. This time, as he
removed the block, she was able to partially restore it from her side. By the
fourth attempt, she finally caught on to the technique and was so excited she
hopped up and down,