Чтение онлайн

на главную - закладки

Жанры

Шрифт:

She had mentally been preparing for this encounter ever since the Internet had confirmed his identity—but nothing could have cushioned her against the shock of seeing him in his true guise for the first time.

Today there was not a shred of denim or mud-spattered clothing in evidence. Today he could never have been mistaken for anything other than a prince as he arrogantly swept in. His towering height and awesome presence were both imposing and autocratic, with power and privilege radiating from every atom of his being.

And no matter how much she told herself not to stare, Cathy couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. The dark grey suit fitted his body closely—its luxurious fabric skating over every hard contour and drawing attention to the muscular physique beneath. A snowy shirt emphasised the soft olive glow of his skin and the jet-dark ruffle of his hair. But it was the golden eyes which dominated everything—gleaming and dangerous 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 films and her attempt to replicate the crossedleg 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 simmering inside him was not because she had breached some unspoken code of conduct. No, it had its root in something 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 chambermaid! A humble, low-paid worker whom he should have forgotten in an instant.

So how was it that ever since he had taken her in his arms last week for that laughably brief kiss, she had disturbed his nights and his dreams. Was it because she was the first woman he’d ever kissed under the guise of total anonymity? And, by responding to him so passionately, hadn’t she somehow managed 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.

The memory of her hungry reaction had taunted him with tantalising images of how that pale curved body might respond if it were naked and gasping and pinned beneath him. And all too vividly he had imagined plunging 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 simply a case of her having been in the right place at the right time to excite his interest? His jaded sexual appetite returning with an inexplicably fierce hunger and swinging at him with all the weight and momentum of a giant ball bearing crashing against him? How else could he possibly explain his sustained interest in her?

Hadn’t there been a part of him which had felt the whisper of anticipation as his plane had dipped down over the English Channel this morning, knowing that he was going to see her again? Knowing that he only had to snap his fingers for the little blonde to give him exactly what he wanted? He had fantasised about her lips on his aching hardness. The plunge of that hardness into her molten softness. The idea of losing himself in a woman’s body after such a long sexual drought had been almost too sweet to contemplate.

And yet all he was aware of was a crushing sense of disappointment because the woman who looked at him today was merely a caricature of the one he had held in his arms. Gone was her scrubbed and fresh-faced appeal—for she had changed completely. From being like a sweet, native flower plucked on impulse from the meadow, she was now the manufactured and forced bloom of the hothouse.

The lush breasts at which the ill-fitting blouse had merely hinted so alluringly were now displayed in a tightfitting and too-short overall, which only just stopped short of vulgarity. Likewise, her petite charms had been vanquished by the wearing of heels as high as a skyscraper. And her eyes! He had thought them mesmerising in their natural state. But now they were ringed with make-up—their sooty outline somehow diminishing the effect of their clear, aquamarine hue.

She looked like a tramp!

He felt the dulling edge of disillusionment and yet surely he should have been used to it by now. Because this kind of thing happened all the time. People were never truly themselves in the presence of a royal personage. They dressed to get themselves noticed. They said things they thought you wanted to hear. They were puppets in awe of his powerful position and sometimes he tired of knowing he could jerk their strings whichever way he chose.

‘Your Serene Highness,’ said Rupert. ‘May I suggest—?’

‘You may not,’ snapped Xaviero as his disdainful scrutiny continued, ‘suggest anything.’ He recalled the familiar way the Englishman had just been admiring her as he had walked in. Was she his? he wondered. Xaviero felt the steady beat of his heart, remembering how, on more than one occasion, men had offered him their women in their pathetic attempts to ingratiate themselves with him. Would this man do likewise?

His mouth hardened. And would he accept such an offer? Did not his ancestors enjoy the charms of the opposite sex if they were presented to them in the same way as they might be presented with a goblet of good wine, or a plate of delicious food? He flicked his eyes over the blonde—noting the small pulse which fluttered frantically at the base of her neck. ‘Who is this woman?’

‘This is Cathy. She’s our chambermaid—among other things,’ said Rupert, and then he lowered his voice. ‘I can get rid of her if you like, sir, if you’d like to speak to me in private.’

Xaviero gave an impatient flick of his hand to silence him. The presumption! As if he, Xaviero, should seek the private company of such a man as this! ‘And she has knowledge of the area?’

Cathy wanted to open her mouth and tell them to stop talking about her as if she weren’t there.

‘Yes, she has,’ said Rupert, as if she were some kind of performing animal. ‘In fact, she’s lived here all her life.’

Поделиться:
Популярные книги

Лисья нора

Сакавич Нора
1. Всё ради игры
Фантастика:
боевая фантастика
8.80
рейтинг книги
Лисья нора

Последний Паладин. Том 4

Саваровский Роман
4. Путь Паладина
Фантастика:
фэнтези
попаданцы
аниме
5.00
рейтинг книги
Последний Паладин. Том 4

В теле пацана

Павлов Игорь Васильевич
1. Великое плато Вита
Фантастика:
фэнтези
попаданцы
5.00
рейтинг книги
В теле пацана

Последний Паладин. Том 7

Саваровский Роман
7. Путь Паладина
Фантастика:
фэнтези
попаданцы
аниме
5.00
рейтинг книги
Последний Паладин. Том 7

Возвышение Меркурия. Книга 5

Кронос Александр
5. Меркурий
Фантастика:
боевая фантастика
попаданцы
аниме
5.00
рейтинг книги
Возвышение Меркурия. Книга 5

Попаданка для Дракона, или Жена любой ценой

Герр Ольга
Любовные романы:
любовно-фантастические романы
7.17
рейтинг книги
Попаданка для Дракона, или Жена любой ценой

Кровь, золото и помидоры

Распопов Дмитрий Викторович
4. Венецианский купец
Фантастика:
альтернативная история
5.40
рейтинг книги
Кровь, золото и помидоры

Измена. Ребёнок от бывшего мужа

Стар Дана
Любовные романы:
современные любовные романы
5.00
рейтинг книги
Измена. Ребёнок от бывшего мужа

Новик

Ланцов Михаил Алексеевич
2. Помещик
Фантастика:
альтернативная история
6.67
рейтинг книги
Новик

Истребители. Трилогия

Поселягин Владимир Геннадьевич
Фантастика:
альтернативная история
7.30
рейтинг книги
Истребители. Трилогия

Я все еще граф. Книга IX

Дрейк Сириус
9. Дорогой барон!
Фантастика:
боевая фантастика
попаданцы
аниме
5.00
рейтинг книги
Я все еще граф. Книга IX

Бальмануг. (не) Баронесса

Лашина Полина
1. Мир Десяти
Фантастика:
юмористическое фэнтези
попаданцы
5.00
рейтинг книги
Бальмануг. (не) Баронесса

Ночь со зверем

Владимирова Анна
3. Оборотни-медведи
Любовные романы:
любовно-фантастические романы
5.25
рейтинг книги
Ночь со зверем

Случайная жена для лорда Дракона

Волконская Оксана
Фантастика:
юмористическая фантастика
попаданцы
5.00
рейтинг книги
Случайная жена для лорда Дракона