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The Heartbreaker Prince

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‘You’re angry.’ His eyes slid down her body, over the slim curves and long, long legs. She was, he decided, totally magnificent. ‘I know because your eyes turn from summer sky to stormy sea when you’re mad.’

‘It can work once, even twice, but I have to tell you, Kamel, that the staring-deep-into-my-eyes thing has a shelf life,’ she lied. ‘So don’t try and change the subject.’

‘What was the subject?’ he asked, continuing to stare deep into her eyes, causing major and probably permanent damage to her frazzled nervous system.

‘Your girlfriend’s choice of clothes. Oh, incidentally, I’m totally fine with sharing my wardrobe space with your harem, though I have to tell you that they are not my size!’

‘I know,’ he said, his fingertips twitching as he transferred his stare to Hannah’s heaving breasts. They fitted almost perfectly into his palms, soft, firm and... He took a deep swallow and lifted his gaze. ‘Charlotte has had help in that area. They were, I believe, an engagement present from her ex.’

Her chin went up as she enquired in a deceptively soft voice, ‘Are you suggesting I need help in that area?’

The icy question drew a low smoky laugh from him. ‘You are perfect in that area.’ The humour faded from his face, leaving a restless hunger. She was perfect. His perfect lover.

The hunger in his stare as much as his flattering words brought hot colour flying to her cheeks. But this heat was mild compared to the surge of sexual warmth that settled deep in her pelvis and spread. Her mask of disdain was rice-paper thin as she gave a sniff and tossed her head.

‘I have no interest,’ she informed him icily. ‘Not in what your idea of perfect is, or the surgical procedures your girlfriend has had, or who paid for them.’ Her haughty delivery vanished as the strength of her feelings became impossible to disguise. ‘I just have an interest in being treated with a modicum, a bare modicum of respect while we are sharing a—’ on the brink of saying bed, she stopped herself; the chain of thought already set in motion was less easy to stall ‘—roof!’ she improvised, seeing his muscled body sleek with sweat, his face taut in a mask of need.

‘I’m sorry you were upset. I gave instructions for the room to be cleared.’

‘Cleared!’ she parroted, her face twisted in an ironic grimace of disgust. ‘I would have thought fumigated would have been more appropriate when we’re talking about the sort of woman who would wear this!’ She directed a look of lip-curling distaste at the garment, which was a perfect example of the adage money couldn’t buy class.

‘Don’t you think you’re overreacting to what is, after all, a simple housekeeping error? I’ll speak to someone and it won’t happen again.’

‘You mean the next time your girlfriend leaves her clothes you’ll have them tidied away before I arrive? My God,’ she flung with sarcastic appreciation. ‘I’m one hell of a lucky woman to have married such a considerate man.’

‘I will not be seeing Charlotte again.’ Though the lady had made it quite clear that she did not see marriage as an obstacle to continuing their relationship.

‘I do not want to know her name.’ Or hear how good she is in bed, Hannah thought, experiencing a wave of jealousy that felt like a knife between her ribs. She paled and lifted her hands to her ears, squeezing her eyes shut.

Unfortunately neither action blotted out the knowledge that there would be women in slutty outfits sharing his bed in the future. They just wouldn’t be called Charlotte.

She drew in a deep shuddering breath, her temper reaching boiling point in the time it took her to drag air into her lungs. ‘So you think I’m overreacting?’ she quivered incredulously. ‘I’m curious—are you trying to be an insensitive, hateful slob?’

I’m curious—are you trying to look like a tart?

Kamel laughed as he recalled his response to Charlotte in the dress his bride held in a death grip. But then he saw Hannah’s face. ‘I’m not laughing at you.’

‘Oh, you’re laughing with me. I feel so much better.’

His jaw clenched as he fought to contain his increasing irritation. Sexual frustration had already eaten deep chunks out of his self-control without his dealing with her emotional antics. He took a deep breath and decided he would rise above it and be reasonable, even if she wasn’t!

‘I wasn’t thinking about you. I was thinking about Charlotte.’


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