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Your breakfast is getting cold.”
    I shook my head adamantly, even though he couldn’t see me. “No.”
    The door warmed under my hands. “I brought your favorite boysenberry syrup.”
    Oh, curses. Every cell in my body tingled. Boysenberry syrup and the Devil. What woman could resist such temptation? Come on, God. Cut me some slack here.
    “There’s fresh whipped cream.” His sexy smooth voice singsonged through the door. “You know what I want to do with that.”
    In the mirror over the sink I could see my flushed face. My robe had fallen open and my nipples were rock hard. Mercy , my brain screamed. Can you hear me, God ? I’m crying , mercy.
    Lucifer chuckled low in his throat, as if he were listening to my pleading cries for help. His heat rushed over me like the wind and it was all I could do to form a coherent thought. I was almost ready to untwist the lock when I heard Emilia’s voice in my head.
    “You’re pathetic.”
    It wasn’t in my head, though. Emilia was on the other side of the door with Luc. Apparently my lack of a protection charm left me open to her as well. Wonderful.
    The door’s warmth faded and the fire burning my skin evaporated.
    “Em.” Luc’s voice held a hint of embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”
    Casting a glance up at the ceiling, I rolled my eyes. You sent my sister? That’s the best you could do?
    Turning on the cold water tap, I shed my clothes and jumped into the shower. As the last of Lucifer’s heat evaporated from my skin, I forced myself to ignore the yelling outside the door and the sound of crashing breakfast plates in the other room.

Chapter Five: Welcome to Temptation
    Adam took me to Eden’s arboretum for breakfast. Breathing in the fresh air and soaking up the beautiful scenery, I imagined the landscape was, in many ways, like the original Garden. Leaves on the trees were edged with red and yellow. Birds sang and dipped under the soft blue sky.
    The morning’s earlier fiasco with Luc and Em seemed like a distant memory as the sun soaked into my clothes, warming them.
    From a white bakery bag, Adam handed me a cherry turnover and a foam cup filled with espresso. His own bag contained a chocolate-covered donut and a carton of white milk.
    As we sat on a bench, mainlining sugar and watching a pair of swans glide around the edge of the arboretum’s small, man-made pond, Adam’s leg leaned against mine with easy familiarity. “I figured you for a steak-and-eggs-breakfast kind of guy,” I said, licking cherry filling off my finger.
    A mischievous look passed over his face. “And I figured you for something lighter, but no less satisfying. Hence, a sweet pastry and strong coffee for a most interesting woman.”
    Heat rose in my cheeks and I enjoyed it, sipping my espresso to hide my smile. “How did you know I love cherry turnovers?”
    He swung his gaze around to look at me. It bounced off my hair, down to my eyes, and came to rest on my mouth. “You just seemed like a cherry-turnover kind of gal. Pretty and delicate on the outside, and full of rich, delicious filling on the inside.”
    Certain parts of my body tingled in response to his obvious flirting. When was the last time a guy used a food metaphor to describe me? When was the last time a guy actually stopped to think about what I might like, for that matter? I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. Breaking off a corner of the turnover, I held it out to him. “Wanna bite?”
    My heart galloped at the sudden heat in his eyes. His answer was to lean forward and take the piece of turnover out of my fingers with his mouth. Warm lips closed over the tips of my fingers and my breath caught at the cool electricity sliding up my arm and into my chest.
    His gaze stayed locked on mine as he chewed and swallowed. “Yum.”
    Exactly what I was thinking.
    I was suddenly hungry for more than breakfast. Maybe my libido was still in overdrive from Luc’s unexpected and unwelcome visit. Or maybe the new,