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She regretted the sultry taunt the second she’d uttered it

Because there was no reaction He didn’t move a arding her

Her cheeks burned as sha the world expected her to be—a scandalous, tarty te fat faker

And he wasn’t He really was as frozen-hearted as they said And every bit as breathtaking

‘You’re going to have to do better than that,’ he finally said ‘Do you think you’re the first wo in front of me?’

His words hit like hailstones

‘I didn’t strip’

‘Only because you didn’t bother getting dressed properly’

‘And I didn’t dance for you’ She ignored his interruption ‘I was just war up alone You’re the one who stopped to watch You could have kept walking, Tony’

For a split second she got a reaction—his jaw dropped Before he snapped it shut and then shot his words like bullets

‘What did you just call me?’

‘Tony,’ she repeated, refusing to back down ‘Crown Prince Antonio is too much of a mouthful’

There was a pause, then his gaze skittered down her body—so deliberately ‘Too much of a mouthful,’ he echoed slowly

This ti out her breasts? Which, yes, were on the fuller side Especially for a dancer

Crossing his ar her feel uncharacteristically vulnerable His complete attention wasn’t like any ordinary audience of thousands His scrutiny ay more intense

‘I’ve seen it all, every artifice, every attempt to attract me,’ he muttered ‘It won’t work’

‘Because we’re all out to entrap you?’ she asked, shocked at his direct approach ‘You think I’ to use est prize?’