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‘Very nice,’ he said ‘Ve-ry nice indeed What aht under a bushel all this time?’

She was saved fro out—and Cathy sprang away from the contamination of Rupert’s touch But not before she whirled round to see the look in the golden eyes of the h the doors towards them A look as hard and as cold asits way down her spine as his eyes iced over her

She hadfor this encounter ever since the Internet had confirainst the shock of seeing hiuise for the first time

Today there was not a shred of deni in evidence Today he could never have been antly swept in His towering height and aweso and autocratic, with power and privilege radiating fro

And no matter how much she told herself not to stare, Cathy couldn’t tear her eyes away frorey suit fitted his body closely—its luxurious fabric skating over every hard contour and drawing attention to the muscular physique beneath A snowy shirt elow of his skin and the jet-dark ruffle of his hair But it was the golden eyes which doerous as they raked over her with predatory recollection

Cathy’s heart raced with fear and self-consciousness Should she curtsey to him? She had only ever seen people curtsey in fil little bob was a hopeless parody of the movement She saw the Prince’s lips curve in disdain and instantly regretted having made it

‘Don’t curtsey—I don’t want formalities,’ Xaviero clipped out—but the quiet fury which was si inside him was not because she had breached so far more fundamental than etiquette The inexplicable had happened and Xaviero did not like it

Because the tiny blonde had haunted him when he had not wanted nor expected to be haunted by such a woman A chaotten in an instant

So hoas it that ever since he had taken her in his arhably brief kiss, she had disturbed his nights and his dreams Was it because she was the first wouise of total anony to hied to explode one of his tightly held beliefs? That despite his undeniable physical characteristics it was the cachet of royal blood which provided his major attraction to the opposite sex Yet the chambermaid had not known about his royal status and neither had she seemed to care She had seemed to want him, and only him

Theiht respond if it were naked and gasping and pinned beneath hi deep and hard into her body Night after night he had awoken, bathed in slick sweat and inexplicably aching to make love to her

Was it siht ti with an inexplicably fierce hunger and swinging at hi crashing against him? How else could he possibly explain his sustained interest in her?