Claiming His Secret Royal Heir - Page 8

He raised his hands in a gesture of peace. ‘Where you get your money from is none of my business. I just can’t imagine you doing nothing all day.’

‘That’s not how it is. I have a very fulfilling life.’

‘Doing what?’

‘None of your business. You came here to find out why I disappeared. I’ve told you—I fell in love, I’ve settled down, and I want to live my life quietly.’

Instinct told him there was something askew with the portrait she painted. Tension showed in the tautness of her body; but perhaps that tension had nothing to do with him.

‘My chief advisor will be relieved—he is worried there is some mystery around your disappearance that could damage me.’

For a fraction of a second her knuckles whitened around her glass and then her eyebrows rose in a quizzical curve. ‘Isn’t that a tad far-fetched? To say nothing of egotistically paranoid?’

‘Possibly,’ he agreed, matching her eyebrow for eyebrow. ‘But it also seems extremely far-fetched to me that you walked away from your career.’

‘Well, I did.’

Frederick waited, but it appeared Sunita felt that sufficed.

‘So you confirm that your retreat and subsequent dramatic change of lifestyle have nothing to do with me?’

Her glance flickered away and then she laughed. ‘We spent one night together two years ago. Do you really think that your charms, manifest though they were, were sufficient to make me change my life?’

Put like that, he had to admit it sounded arrogantly self-involved. And yet... ‘We spent more than one night together, Sunita.’

A wave of her hand dismissed his comment. ‘A publicity stunt—nothing more.’

‘OK. Let’s play it your way. I can just about buy it that those weeks were all about publicity for you, but what about that night? Was that all for publicity?’

These were the questions he should have asked two years ago.

Her gaze swept away from him. ‘No. It wasn’t. I didn’t intend that night to happen.’

‘Is that why you left?’

It was as though the years had rolled back—he could almost imagine that they were in that five-star hotel in Paris, where they’d played truant from the glitzy party they’d been supposed to be at. Attraction had finally taken over and—

Whoa! Reel it in, Frederick!

‘Yes, that’s why I left. I broke my own rules. By sleeping with you I became just another notch on your bedpost—another woman on the Playboy Prince’s conveyor belt. That was never meant to happen.’

‘That’s not how it was.’

‘That’s exactly how it was.’ Tawny eyes challenged him.

‘And if I’d asked you to stay?’

‘You didn’t.’

Her voice was flat and who could blame her? The point was that he hadn’t. Because it had been easier to believe that she’d never cared, to stick by his easy come, easy go motto.

‘But this is all beside the point—there was never a future for us. People don’t change.’ Her voice held utter conviction. ‘You were The Playboy Prince...’

‘And you were very clear that you had no desire for a relationship because you wanted to focus on your career. Then, just weeks later, you met Sam and realised he was the one and your career was no longer important?’ It was impossible for Frederick to keep the scepticism out of his voice.

‘Yes, I did.’

‘So you changed.’

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