The Mistress That Tamed De Santis. Natalie Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ to provoke me? You want to win a reaction from “the Ice Prince”,’ he mocked. ‘Because you’re all about getting the reaction.’

      She drew breath at the accuracy of his hit.

      ‘I’ve had every kind of play,’ he continued with a quietness that belied the edge to his words. ‘The sympathy, simpering agreement and the bitchy comebacks of the treat-me-mean kind...there’s nothing I haven’t seen or heard, so don’t bother.’

      Anger rushed along her veins, scalding her skin. ‘You think I want you anywhere near me?’

      His lips twisted in a coolly mocking look and he didn’t bother to answer.

      ‘You’re unbelievably arrogant,’ she said.

      ‘You think?’

      Yes, she did. But swirling beneath the frost-covered atmosphere was elemental attraction at its most basic. He was appallingly attractive—her body yearned to get closer to his. And when he didn’t back away from her challenge?

      Primitive instinct could be a powerful thing. But she had more of a brain than that. So her basic instinct could go bury itself back in the cave it had been dwelling in for the last three years.

      ‘I have no desire to attract you,’ she declared passionately. Totally meaning every word. ‘This isn’t some ploy with which I hope to gain your grace or favour or sexual interest. You do not interest me in the least.’

      ‘You interest me,’ he said softly, slicing the ground from under her.

      Sensual awareness feathered over her skin.

      ‘Why San Felipe?’ He stepped closer. ‘Why now?’

      Her heart stopped beating as she looked up into his blue eyes. For a second he actually looked human—as if he actually cared. And for a second she longed to open up and just be honest.

      But as if she could ever tell him. When he’d so arrogantly assumed she wanted to land herself a princely lover? When he chose to listen to the father who’d always refused to recognise her?

      He’d be just another man who denied her.

      She wanted him to leave but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his. She’d thought she could handle anything. But she wasn’t sure she could handle him.

      He reached out as if to take her hand. ‘Why now, Bella?’

      Abruptly she turned to avoid his touch.

      ‘Careful—’

      His warning came too late. As she whirled to escape her weak ankle went and she stumbled, catching her thigh on the corner of her desk.

      * * *

      Antonio winced at the grimace of pain on Bella’s face as she grabbed the desk to stop herself falling down. She’d gashed her leg, just above her knee. As he looked close he saw a long, jagged scar running in a wonky line up her shin.

      She paled, her lips pressed together to mute any sound of pain.

      It had been so long since he’d had any kind of physical comfort. Or offered any. He’d almost forgotten how. ‘Bella?’

      ‘It’s fine.’ She straightened and drew in a deep breath.

      ‘I’m sure,’ he replied, but he knew it wasn’t.

      ‘Wouldn’t want you thinking this was another ploy.’

      ‘It is my fault you fell,’ he said stiffly, his hands at his side, wanting to help her yet feeling oddly impotent.

      ‘You feel responsible? Rest easy, I won’t sue you.’ Her lips compressed. ‘It’s no more damaged than it already was.’

      ‘It still needs dressing.’ Blood was already oozing from the small wound. ‘You have a first-aid kit?’

      ‘Of course.’ She didn’t move.

      He sighed at her reluctance. ‘I need to see it. Or I’ll revoke your operating licence.’

      She gritted her teeth and limped behind her desk. His irritation smouldered. She really didn’t want him to help. Was that because he’d really offended her or because he’d struck too close to the mark?

      She had been trying to get a rise out of him, but she hadn’t meant the vampish ‘on her knees’ offer—not when she’d jumped to get away from him.

      She clutched the small container but he held out his hand. Sending him a death look, she passed it to him. Antonio bit back the smile of satisfaction and opened the lid.

      ‘Lean on the desk,’ he told her.

      ‘This isn’t necessary.’

      He wasn’t used to repeating instructions. He glanced up and her stormy expression clashed with his. ‘Lean on the desk.’

      Slowly, stiffly, she rested her body back.

      ‘Thank you,’ he said, ultra-politely.

      He knelt at her feet, inwardly grimacing at the irony given her provocative remark only moments ago.

      He knew an injury had ended her professional career. In the last decade Antonio had attended the ballet only out of duty but he could appreciate the strength and commitment it would have taken Bella to reach the level she had.

      Her body was still incredibly athletic. This close he could smell her light, floral scent. It made him think of summer sun, not endless nights in a darkened dance club. In his mind’s eye he saw her on the floor, bumping and grinding up close to her patrons. He gritted his teeth. Not jealous. And not aroused.

      He was not aroused by her.

      He wasn’t like all the other red-blooded men in the world. He didn’t have time to be. He didn’t have the right. But just at this moment, he was every inch a mere man.

      ‘Do you dance your way through all your tasks?’ he asked, trying to distract himself from her sweet scent and delicate skin. He dabbed the blood and prepped a plaster as quickly as he could, not touching any part of her beyond necessary.

      ‘Is that a serious question?’ she mumbled.

      ‘Yes.’ Satisfied with how the plaster neatly covered the gash, he glanced up to read her expression. She was sitting unnaturally still—apparently holding her breath.

      She met his gaze with those deep green eyes that were now almost liquid. ‘You want to know if I dance while brushing my teeth?’

      He inwardly smiled at the image. ‘I bet you brush in time to the music playing in your head.’

      Her eyes widened and her smile broke free—her full mouth softened and her eyes sparkled. She looked fresh and beautiful and bright.

      Heat flared from flicker to flame, urging him to touch those lush curving lips—

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