The Forbidden Prince (17 page)

His voice rumbled through her body. She didn't know whether to run away from the dark danger that everything about this man screamed or just give in and lean into the heat and invisible pull of his powerful body.

She stepped back. Again he pinned her to the spot with his demanding stare.

‘I don't have a boyfriend.'

His eyes narrowed. ‘Then who's Matt?'

‘Matt? Matt's my brother.'

For a moment he considered her suspiciously, as though searching for the truth. Then abruptly he turned away.

‘I understand from Christos that you wish to use the workshops down by the island jetty to prepare the flowers? Tomorrow my gardener Ioannis will show you the way. If you need to travel to any of the other islands Ioannis will take you. My housekeeper Eleni will take care of your meals. Your bedroom is upstairs—the third room to the right. I have left your luggage there.'

Rebelliousness surged through her at his dismissive tone. ‘And what about you, Andreas? Will you have a partner at the wedding this weekend?'

He turned and considered her. ‘No. I'll be on my own. The way I like it. And, to answer your earlier question, I can see no reason why we cannot get on with one another. I will go along with Christos's wishes...but please don't expect me to embrace this wedding with the same enthusiasm as you. My days of believing in romance and love are long gone.'

He threw the uneaten orange into the bin, muttered, ‘
Kalinichta
...goodnight...' and walked out of the room.

Grace collapsed against the wall, suddenly exhausted. She closed her eyes and prayed that tomorrow would go more smoothly. That the deliveries would arrive on time. That in the cold light of the day her senseless attraction to Andreas would diminish.

Because Andreas Petrakis was as far removed from her ideal man as Attila the Hun.

Copyright © 2016 by Katrina Cudmore

ISBN-13: 9781488003189

The Forbidden Prince

Copyright © 2016 by Alison Roberts

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