The Prince Brothers: Satisfaction Guaranteed!: Prince's Passion / Prince's Pleasure / Prince's Love-Child. Carole Mortimer

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СКАЧАТЬ the situation at all, Nik, so how dare you come here and presume to sit in judgement—?’

      ‘Calm down, Jinx,’ Nik soothed. ‘I was only—’

      ‘I know what you were only,’ she accused. ‘I think it’s time you left now.’ She turned away. ‘Past time!’

      She had been stupid to have ever hoped for Nik’s understanding; after all, his only interest in her was the film rights to No Ordinary Boy. Something she kept forgetting!

      Because every time she was around him all she could think about was how attracted she was to him. It was there all the time, a thrum of awareness beneath her skin. As for what had happened between them at his hotel earlier…!

      ‘I want you to leave, Nik,’ she repeated.

      ‘Do you?’

      When had he got so close? At what point in their conversation had he moved so that he was now standing only inches away from her? Causing that thrumming sensation beneath her skin to increase so that every inch of her was tinglingly alive!

      She moistened dry lips. ‘Yes. I—’

      ‘I don’t think so, Jinx,’ he murmured throatily, standing so close now he was actually touching her.

      Causing fire to leap and flame through her veins like molten lava, her breathing ragged as she looked up at him.

      Grey eyes shimmered like mercury, his gaze intense as it rested on her lips, his own breathing rapid and uneven.

      ‘No, Nik—’ Jinx only had time to protest achingly as his head lowered and his mouth took possession of hers.

      Oh, yes, Nik, her body disagreed as it instinctively curved against the hardness of his. Jinx was the one to initiate the deepening of the kiss as she forgot everything else but the pleasure of being in this man’s arms.

      It had only been a few hours since they were last together like this, but even so they were hungry for each other, Nik’s arms like steel bands about her waist, Jinx’s hands moving restlessly up and down the long length of his spine as their lips and tongues explored and possessed, Jinx easily matching the desire that Nik made no effort to hide from her.

      Nik was finally the one to pull back, his expression regretful as he looked down at her, his hands still lightly linked at the base of her spine. ‘Much as I’m enjoying this—and, believe me, I am enjoying it,’ he drawled, ‘at this particular moment I believe there may be several other things that need our immediate attention more.’

      Jinx looked up at him with passion-drowsy eyes. ‘Such as?’

      He grimaced. ‘The fact that there is a reporter and photographer outside—who, no matter what you might hope, aren’t likely to be going anywhere soon. Which means—’

      ‘Yes?’ She had stiffened warily now, stepping back as she moved out of his arms to self-consciously straighten her hair, embarrassed at the way she kept falling into his arms.

      Yes, she was attracted to him. Yes, she wanted him. But he was the last man she should keep responding to in this way.

      Nik’s look of regret deepened at her obvious withdrawal. ‘Which means that you and your father will have to be the ones to leave. If only temporarily.’

      Her eyes widened. ‘That’s ridiculous. It’s you they’re after, so when you leave, they will leave with you.’

      She had moved house six months ago because continuing to stay at the family home had seemed to be badly affecting her father, his lapses more extreme as he shut himself off even from his surroundings; to move him again now—even temporarily!—was out of the question.

      Nik raised dark brows. ‘And if they don’t?’

      ‘They will,’ she said flatly.

      He shook his head. ‘I wish I could be as sure of that as you appear to be…’

      Jinx looked at him sharply. ‘What do you mean?’

      He shrugged. ‘Just a hunch I have. Jinx, does it really matter why they’re hanging around out there?’ he continued impatiently as she made to protest once again. ‘The fact remains that they are there, and they have a lot more patience than you do. And your father isn’t going to remain asleep upstairs for ever,’ he added softly.

      No, he would be down within the hour, and when he did come down he was unlikely to understand why it was she didn’t answer the knocking on the front door. But where on earth was she supposed to go in order to avoid those people outside? Nik just didn’t understand. There was no way she could take her father to the impersonality of a hotel, and it wasn’t fair to just invite themselves to stay with friends, either.

      She drew in a ragged breath. ‘I still think that they will leave when you do,’ she told him stubbornly.

      He raised an eyebrow, signaling his disagreement with that statement. ‘Shall we give it a try?’

      Jinx looked at him with narrowed eyes, suspicious of his confident tone, as if he knew the reporter and photographer were waiting for her and not him.

      But that couldn’t be so. The only interest a reporter could possibly have in her was if they were to know of the J. I. Watson connection, and there was no way—

      What about her meeting with Nik Prince this morning in the very public lounge of a large London hotel—a man already reported to be on the trail of the author J. I. Watson so that he could acquire the movie rights? What about her visit to James Stephens’s office this morning?

      She felt her heart sink as she faced the possibility that she could have been the one to lead the press to her home. It would be just too ironic if that were the case.

      It was, also, primarily Nik Prince’s fault, she decided angrily. If he hadn’t been so persistent in the first place—If he hadn’t discovered the connection—If he hadn’t followed her here—

      ‘Don’t bother,’ she snapped, glaring her displeasure at him. ‘Where do you suggest we go, then?’ she demanded pointedly.

      ‘Well, I’ve already given that some thought—’

      ‘Why am I not surprised?’ Jinx huffed.

      Grey eyes gleamed warningly. ‘There’s no need to get angry with me—’

      ‘Who else can I get angry with?’

      Dark brows rose mockingly. ‘And that’s reason enough, is it—because I happen to be here?’

      ‘For the moment—yes!’ Her eyes flashed deeply violet. ‘I’m still not convinced this wasn’t all your fault. Everything was just fine before you came into my life—’

      ‘Everything was not just fine!’ he rapped out, eyes now a shimmering silver. ‘Your father is very ill, and likely to remain so if he doesn’t get professional help. Your own life is a mess—’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’ She stiffened resentfully.

      ‘Look at you, Jinx. СКАЧАТЬ