“I’ll get there when I get there,” he said with an arrogant shrug of his shoulders. “They’ll wait for me.”

He’d moved far enough into her studio by that point to run his hand over her sculpture. Her stomach roiled watching him touch it.

“Judging by today’s playoff game, your fiancé obviously wishes you were with him in St. Louis instead of here working on your project.”

Of course James knew Ryan was away. And of course he’d waited to corner her again until her protector was gone.

“Ryan pitched a brilliant game,” she countered. “Just like always.”

“Yes, I suppose he did. Once he regained control of his emotions.” He shook his head as he regarded her finished sculpture. “You didn’t take any of my advice on how to improve your work, I see. Emotion is fairly dripping from this.” He shook his head in disgust.

Even with a half-dozen feet of distance between them, James was too close, just as he’d been too many times before. Only, today, something was different.

She wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

Even as anger simmered, she remained outwardly calm as she asked, “Why are you here, James?”

“Last year’s winner sold her fellowship project for one million dollars. She has turned down more commissions this past year than most artists will be offered in a lifetime. She was talented, but not nearly talented enough to get everything that has come to her on her own. I’m the person who helped her, both through the fellowship program and with contacts for her future. You could have that too, Victoria.”

Vicki remembered the news of the sale and the pictures of the beautiful woman whose smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Evidently because she’d sold herself to this horrible man for seven figures. No wonder Anthony and James had always been friends. They were two peas in a pod, with the barest difference that her ex-husband had gone one step further than making her his mistress and had actually married her.

She’d been accused by Anthony of not getting to where she was on her own merits, and maybe there had been some truth to that. Especially after she’d asked Ryan to rescue her rather than rescuing herself that first night.

The thing was, all this time she’d been beating herself up for asking Ryan to rescue her, maybe instead she should see it as the gift it had turned out to be. Because if this nasty man in her studio hadn’t creeped her out so much, who knew how long it would have been before she got up the nerve to call Ryan?

To have missed out on even one of the sweet, funny, comforting, and sinfully sensual moments she’d experienced with Ryan would have been a far bigger crime than asking for help from her friend.

Was she still afraid that things could go wrong? Of course she was, because she was human. She’d made mistakes. She hadn’t trusted her instincts nearly often enough. And she’d broken her own heart in the process.

But even as true as all those things were, she loved Ryan enough to push those fears aside and put her entire heart—and soul—on the line for him.

And for herself.

No longer able, or willing, to hide her disgust with James, she said, “I’m glad we’re finally being clear. So now I’ll be just as clear with you: Whatever I achieve, whatever commissions come my way, I’m going to get them on my own merit, not because you’ve directed me like a puppet. I know you’re going to vote against me, along with Anthony. And I know you will both do whatever you can to turn the rest of the board against me, too. But neither of those things changes the fact that I wouldn’t work with you for all the money in the world.”

Just that fast, his distinguished face contorted into a nasty scowl. “In that case, don’t do it for the money or the fame. Do it for your precious baseball player. I’m sure his team and fans would just love to know all about your fake engagement. It will make them all look like such fools.” He leered at her figure and she felt as if spiders were crawling all over her instead of his gaze. “If Ryan is willing to lie for you, you must really be worth it. I’m offering you the world, Victoria. My silence—and support—can both be yours. All you have to do is take them.”

“Get out.”

He smiled at her, a baring of teeth with absolutely no real joy behind it. Talk about fake.

“You really are sweet, aren’t you? Too sweet to even know how to play off your own lie convincingly. What a pleasure it will be to show you just how enjoyable the darkness can be. You hard-to-get types are always the most fun. I’m going to give you so much, Victoria. So much more than Anthony ever did.” Rage, and something that looked like jealousy, flicked on in his eyes. “I saw you first, you know. All those years ago, I was the one who spotted you in the group of students, but I never even had a chance to introduce myself. Anthony stole you from me. Now I’m stealing you back.”

He punctuated his words by moving to the door and locking it. The click was horribly loud in her quiet studio.

So much of Vicki’s life had been about following—worse, not following—her instincts. She wouldn’t beat herself up anymore for all the times she hadn’t listened. But she would celebrate the fact that she’d finally started to pay attention to that little voice in the back of her head that had always been so much smarter than she’d given it credit for.

Right now the little voice was telling her that James was suave and cultured and charming and rich enough to always get what he wanted. Everything but her. Which meant that he was not just going to roll over and play dead when she said no. Even screaming no at him wouldn’t make a difference—not in an empty building.

So she would throw the word at him, instead.

“You’re right,” she said finally, as he stalked her, surely, confidently.

She moved toward her laden table of sculptures, so many of them false starts on the way to creating the sculpture that finally expressed everything her hands—and heart—had in them.

“Ryan and I aren’t engaged.”

His eyes filled with triumph. “That first night during cocktails, I knew he’d never kissed you before.” Fury rose again. “Did you really think you had pulled one over on me? No one pulls the wool over my eyes, Victoria.”

She’d counted on her admission to buy her a little time, and it had. Just enough to get within reach of her sculptures.

He moved closer. “Now it’s my turn to see just how sweet you taste.”