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СКАЧАТЬ in one of the ornate gilt mirrors that lined the hall and attempted to subdue the wild beating of her heart. She was far too excited by the prospect of a day with Ben Jackson, and not a photocopier or football pitch in sight.

      ‘Princess.’ Ben’s mouth curved in a smile as his gaze swept over her like a wave of sun-warmed water. ‘You look delightful.’

      ‘Thank you.’ Ben didn’t look too bad himself. He wore a lightweight linen suit, his Aviator sunglasses emphasizing the chiselled planes of his face. He opened the passenger door and Natalia slid inside his car, smoothing the cream silk of her designer shift across her thighs.

      Ben returned to the driver’s seat and as they pulled out of the palazzo’s drive he slid her a sideways glance. ‘Is that a hat?’

      Laughing a little, Natalia reached up to pat the tan feather and silk creation perched pertly on one side of her head. ‘Technically it’s a fascinator.’

      ‘A what?’

      ‘A fascinator. A millinery creation that is, of course, meant to fascinate.’ She smiled at him, enjoying the way his mouth curved in an answering smile, one hand on the steering wheel, the other stretched out along the back of the seat, his fingers nearly brushing her shoulder. Her heart beat hard again and her senses sang in answer to that smile. Natalia knew she was going to enjoy every minute of this day, a day out of time and reality, a day that could actually be a date. She had no doubt that come Monday, she would be no more than Ben’s irritating employee—or volunteer—once more.

      ‘So I can drive around the island,’ Ben told her as he made his way through Santa Maria’s capital city, ‘but I assume with that outfit you have some destination in mind?’

      ‘As a matter of fact, yes. The island’s race course.’

      ‘We’re going to a race?’

      ‘A horse race, yes, although admittedly not a hugely important one. I think it’s a qualifying race for the derby later this year. But since you seem to be a betting man …’

      ‘I see. And what should we bet on this time, do you think?’

      Natalia titled her head, gave him a playful smile. ‘We’re betting?’

      ‘Of course, Princess. It’s no fun if you don’t bet. I don’t want to win money.’

      Her heart was beating so hard and fast she felt it like thunder in her ears. Attempting insouciance was proving harder and harder. ‘So what would you like to bet on, then?’ she finally asked when she trusted her voice, if not herself. This man was dangerous. And she was dangerous when she was with him. She had no idea what she might give into.

      ‘We’ll just have to see,’ Ben murmured, and followed her directions to the other side of the island and Santa Maria’s race course.

      The royal box overlooking the course was empty save for them; since it wasn’t a major race her parents and siblings had found other things to occupy them. Natalia slid into her seat and glanced at the line-up of horses racing. ‘Apparently,’ she told Ben, ‘Autumn Nights is the favourite.’

      Ben lounged in his seat, flicking through the program with long, lean fingers. ‘Then we can’t bet on that one.’

      ‘Why not?’

      He gave her a lazy smile. ‘Neither of us is a sure thing, Princess.’

      Natalia glanced down at the program, willed herself not to flush. She had a feeling Ben was not talking about horses. ‘Evening Star is considered the underdog,’ she said. ‘It’s his first race. I’ll bet on him.’

      ‘To win?’

      She nodded. ‘And what about you?’

      He flicked another glance at the line-up. ‘Wild Wishes.’

      She had a few of those. Swallowing, Natalia said, ‘We still haven’t decided just what we’re betting on.’

      ‘Well,’ Ben said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, ‘I think we should make it interesting.’

      She shifted in her seat. ‘How interesting?’

      ‘If Evening Star wins, you get to kiss me.’

      Desire ran through her like a trail of dynamite, exploding inside of her. ‘And if Wild Wishes wins?’

      ‘I get to kiss you.’

      Natalia let out a little laugh. ‘But that’s the same thing.’

      ‘No,’ Ben clarified silkily, ‘it’s not. It’s all about who controls the kiss.’

      Control. Of course this was about control. Natalia turned away, focusing on the race course beneath them. She fanned herself with her program, and heard Ben chuckle softly.

      ‘Hot, Princess?’

      ‘Wild Wishes is a long shot too,’ she informed him, ignoring his little innuendo. ‘It might be that neither of us gets a kiss today.’

      Ben leaned back in his seat. ‘And that,’ he said softly, ‘would be a pity.’

      Yes, it would. Already Natalia was imagining how his lips would feel on hers, hard and demanding. But if she controlled the kiss … she felt as if she’d swallowed fireworks, everything fizzing inside her. She didn’t know which of them she wanted to win.

      The race started, and with it Natalia felt another surge of adrenalin. She felt a fully male energy radiating from Ben’s powerful form as he leaned forward to watch the race. Autumn Nights started out in front, but a quarter of the way through the course Wild Wishes pulled ahead.

      ‘Ah-ha,’ Ben said softly, and Natalia gave him a knowing smile.

      ‘Evening Star is known to save the best for last.’

      ‘You want to win, Princess?’

      ‘Of course.’

      He smiled, and Natalia smiled back, their gazes locking in steely and heated challenge. Natalia had never felt so aware, so alive, or so wanted. After a tense moment she forced herself to turn back to the race.

      ‘Ah-ha,’ she echoed. ‘Look at Evening Star.’

      Sure enough Evening Star had pulled a length ahead of Wild Wishes. They watched for several taut moments as the horses galloped, only half a length between them, dust flying from their hooves. Evening Star was still ahead, and Natalia was already envisioning turning to Ben with a little smile, yanking him over to her by his tie and pulling his mouth down to hers …

      Then, out of seemingly nowhere, Autumn Nights pulled ahead of both the horses, crossing the finish line a full two lengths in front of Evening Star.

      Around them the crowd burst into cheers at such a close victory, and Natalia sank back in her seat, conscious of the swamping sense of disappointment she felt.

      ‘Well,’ Ben said with a surprisingly shaky laugh, ‘it looks like we both lost.’

      ‘Yes.’ СКАЧАТЬ