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How could helike sand, Cathy shook her head, trying to quell the haywire nature of her thoughts, thinking that most people would be happy to make an exception for hiuests’
As she shrugged her shoulders apologetically the nificent breasts and, unexpectedly, Xaviero felt the sharp stirring of lust at his groin For there was no sweeter temptation than a woman who responded to him as a man, rather than as a prince
Placing one lazy denimed elbow on the counter which separated theave a conspiratorial smile ‘And ould you do,’ he queried softly, ‘if I told you that I was not here as a guest?’
Cathy’s heart gave a lurch Up close, he seemed to exude an air of rawher breath come in short, shallow bursts What was theout of the befuddled haze of her thoughts, she realised that his answer hadn’t really surprised her After all, he didn’t really look like a guest, did he? ‘You’re…you’re not?’
‘No’ He paused while he thought about who he would like to be Whose skin he would like to step inside for a brief aer—when he had gone away to e—and it had always driven his security people mad
For Xaviero—or, rather, Prince Xaviero Vincente Caius di Cesere of Zaffirinthos, to give hinito wherever and whenever possible Anonymity was his rarest and most precious possession He liked to play at a life that could never be his for more than a few ed as other men were—by appearance and demeanour, and by what he said Where chee
Didn’t uards with guns bulging at their breast pockets—or that a further tere lurking sonorant of his true identity, he could pretend he was just like any other uest,’ he added truthfully
Suddenly it all made sense and Cathy wondered how she could have been so dense ‘Of course! You’re the painter and decorator,’ she said slowly, her lips parting in a wide smile ‘And you’ve come to measure up the washrooms’
Xaviero’s eyes narrowed at her outrageous assumption—but he could hardly berate her for insubordination when she had no idea who he was! He had been about to deny her laughable assertion, but now she was rising to her feet and instead he found himself utterly captivated by her lush little body—and by the sheer sunny quality of her smile When had anyone last smiled at him that sweetly? Or treated hied member of one of Europe’s richest royal houses?
En route from the polo club to the airfield which housed his private plane, he had called in here on a whi on his skin, he had been curious as to how the place looked before it was made ready for his official visit But noondered whether the hand of fate uided here by soer awoken in him once more by a looman as completely unaware of his true identity?
‘That’s right,’ he said slowly, doing his best to hide another sudden stir of lust ‘I’ve come to measure up the washrooms’
‘Right Well, in that case—Rupert has instructed me to show you around’
Xaviero s snob of an English better by the minute ‘Perfect’
Cathy could feel the skitter of her heart as his eyes drifted over her She re and yet hot on that memory came the realisation that no man had ever made her feel like this before Not even Peter—the h to want to marry!
Was this what love really felt like? The thought flew into herOh, for heaven’s sake, Cathy—have you finally lost sight of your senses? You’ve only just er who’s clearly aware of just how devastatingly attractive he is And if he’s going to be working on-site there’s no way you can keep dissolving in a puddle at his feet every tilance of his