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She was just tugging down at the too-short uniform when Rupert walked into Reception, a look of immense satisfaction on his face

‘Has the Prince arrived?’ asked Cathy nervously

‘He’s on his way One of his people has just rung me’

She felt the quickening of her heart in alar else other than his golden eyes and the soft proo—’

‘Wait a minute’

Cathy realised that Rupert’s attention was focused solely on her, his gaze slowly trailing from the top of her head to the tip of her toes And she found herself thinking that when the Prince had looked at her—no —she had felt an unexpectedly hot kick of awareness As if his gaze had lit so As if he had brought her to sudden life

Yet when Rupert looked at her, all she are of was a faint sense of nausea and a slow creeping of her flesh

‘You look fabulous,’ he said thickly

She ht her by the arm

‘No Don’t move, Cathy Let me look at you properly’

‘Rupert—’