Silk, Swords And Surrender: The Touch of Moonlight / The Taming of Mei Lin / The Lady's Scandalous Night / An Illicit Temptation / Capturing the Silken Thief

His eyes creased at the corners as he regarded her. That was twice he’d paused to look her over. Lian glowed inside with triumph. Finally Baozhen was the one who was confused and trying to figure her out.

She had known him for as long as she could remember. Their families lived side by side, with only an alleyway separating them. When the neighborhood girls had started gossiping, and calling Baozhen handsome, Lian had stared at him, eyes squinted, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

He was six years her elder, and infamous throughout the ward. Even Ming-ha, her older cousin, had been infatuated with him at one point. Lian had caught them kissing once, behind the shrubbery in the garden. Lian alone had seemed immune to Baozhen’s charms—until three years ago. Since then it had been torture to maintain her veneer of indifference. It was torture to continue to be overlooked every single day.

Now, for the first time, Baozhen was actually paying attention to her. All it had taken was the mention of another man’s name. She should have guessed as much. Men were like rams, battering their hard heads together.

“Liu Jinhai is a no-good wastrel,” Baozhen began. “He drinks. He frequents gambling dens and cavorts with song girls. Completely unsuitable for you.”

Lian listened to the litany, each denouncement adding to her good mood. “The same things can be said of you. Every single one.”

“I’m not suitable for you either.”

He tapped the tip of her nose with a finger and graced her with one of his smiles. It was a bright flash that tickled her insides and weakened her knees. Baozhen had a way of doing that without any effort at all. He made her feel important, as if all that radiance shone only on her, but she knew that wasn’t true. He had that effect on everyone.

Lian didn’t give him the satisfaction of swatting his hand away. It would play into his view of her as a young and impetuous brat, and she was tired of playing that game.

“I don’t need your opinion of him,” she insisted. “All I want is an introduction.”

“I can’t stand by and watch a dear friend be devoured by a wolf. Why, you’re practically like a little sister to me.”

Oh, she didn’t like that at all. “No matter, then,” she said with a wave, and continued toward home. “I’m sure there are countless places where I can run into Liu Jinhai while I’m alone and in distress...”

Baozhen caught up to her in several long strides. “All right, I surrender. I’ll introduce you to your precious prince if only to keep you out of trouble. I never knew you could be such a she-demon when you wanted something.”

Chapter Two (#ulink_af86f663-8911-55a4-94d8-87602198fd9b)

“You can’t go looking like that,” Baozhen declared.

Apparently her family had immediately welcomed him into the fold. He was roaming about their courtyard once again as if he lived there.

“You’re going to be late,” she told him.

He paid no attention to her reprimand. Instead he frowned as he looked her over. She had taken care to dress in a light summer robe with many eye-catching colors. The outer layer was a hand-painted gauze which revealed the barest hint of her arms through its sheerness. The morning air was cool in the garden, with a slight breeze rustling the cypress trees. A flood of heat swept through her as Baozhen’s gaze lingered at the lowered neckline.

“Too obvious,” he declared. “Any man seeing a woman like this would know that she’s interested.”

“So?”

“A lady should be a bit more subtle. Yin is the essence of darkness and secrets, after all.”

Lian stood her ground. “Of course. It’s so much better to be so subtle and secretive that I’m never noticed at all. Not even when someone has known me for years and years.”

Baozhen’s scowl deepened as he considered her words. A look of displeasure creased his brow, but within moments it had been smoothed out to his usual careless look. The one that so easily charmed the world.

“There are other ways of being noticed,” he drawled.

The low suggestiveness in his tone took her off-balance and she scrambled to recover. “What are you doing here, anyway? Cousin Ming-ha and I were just headed out to the park.”

They were supposed to “accidentally” meet Liu Jinhai in an hour.

“I came to bring you your gift.” He produced a parcel from the fold of his sleeve. “I saw this in Suzhou. It made me think of you.”

The package was wrapped in plain sackcloth. Despite its humble appearance, the gesture warmed her, and a little shiver of excitement ran down her spine as she loosened the twine. Baozhen folded his hands behind his back and hovered to watch.

She held up the polished hardwood frame wrapped with red cord. “A slingshot?”

He beamed proudly. “You used to be quite dangerous with one of those.”

When she was twelve. “What did you get Ming-ha?” she demanded.

“A bottle of perfume,” he replied with a shrug.

Her cousin warranted a gift that was pretty and feminine, to match her pretty and feminine self, while Lian received a child’s toy. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Baozhen really was insufferable.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, hurt.

“No, it’s wonderful. Perfect,” she said through her teeth.

“You’re upset.” He was following her through the garden. Still smiling. “I can bring you another gift if you’d like.”

She turned on him. “You didn’t speak to Liu Jinhai at all, did you?”

“Of course I did. I have nothing to fear from him.”

His smile widened. That devastating smile. It confused her so.

“You’ll get your chance encounter, but—looking as made-up as you do—I’m thinking you’re hoping for a little bit more than an introduction.”

She realized he was gradually backing her into the corner of the garden, behind the pruned cypress. Now he was back he was obviously looking for more conquests to add to his collection. Her hand shot out to brace against his chest, where she collided against a solid wall of muscle.

“Scoundrel.”

The scoundrel laughed. “It’s just a kiss, Lian.”

She couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered, nor how her heart pounded. He ventured a step closer, but she held firm. She knew Baozhen too well. He had no control over his effect on women and had come to accept their adoration as a matter of course. It took no effort for him to make her feel these things. He did it without knowledge and without care, taking no responsibility for her hope, her excitement or her pain.

He was blissfully ignorant while her spirits soared or plummeted at his whim.

She gave him a little shove, though it did little to move him. “Maybe it’s not you I want a kiss from.”

“You asked me for one once.”

She froze.

Any gentleman would have conveniently forgotten her request. She had been young and had foolishly gathered her courage to ask for a kiss. Baozhen had been older and more experienced. He had refused her. Even worse.

“You laughed at me.” The sharp, piercing embarrassment came back to her. She had shrunk inside to nothing more than a wisp of smoke and disappeared into her room for days.