Red-Hot Affairs: The Crown Affair / Craving Her Enemy's Touch / A Lone Star Love Affair. Lucy King

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СКАЧАТЬ frowned. That wasn’t true, was it? She knew. Hmm. So maybe it was, but that was understandable. He was reserved. And why wouldn’t he be, what with journalists constantly hounding him for his life story?

      ‘So read the papers,’ he said.

      ‘But I have such a reliable source right here,’ she said, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes and giving him a seductive smile.

      If he had any sense whatsoever he’d be levering himself up and heading back to his own room, because Matt didn’t do post-coital conversation. Or any conversation of a personal nature, for that matter.

      However his body wanted more of her. Much more. He wanted to watch her shatter in his arms again. Wanted to shatter in her arms.

      Hmm. Maybe he could dispense with a few facts and then turn his talents to persuading her to find another use for her mouth.

      ‘Fine,’ he said. ‘My favourite colour is blue.’ Cornflower blue, he thought, looking into her eyes and momentarily losing his train of thought. ‘My favourite food is chilli and I don’t have time for hobbies. Anything else?’

      Her eyebrows shot up. ‘Are you kidding?’ she said softly.

      ‘What do you want to know? Ask me anything.’ Whether he’d choose to answer was another matter entirely.

      Laura tilted her head on his chest. ‘OK,’ she said slowly. ‘Seeing as you’re such a novice at this sort of thing, we’ll start with my original question. How did you become king?’

      Matt relaxed. That was an easy enough question to answer. ‘Six months ago a Sassanian delegate showed up at my office and offered me the job.’

      ‘Just like that?’

      ‘Pretty much.’ It hadn’t been quite that simple. At first he’d almost summoned security to remove what he’d thought was a madman. But after the delegate had persuaded him to listen, Matt had wasted no time in accepting. His business was well established and so successful that it practically ran itself and, to be honest, he’d been getting a bit restless. The visit from the Sassanian delegate couldn’t have come along at a better time.

      ‘Did you know you were heir to the throne?’

      ‘Of course, but my family had been in exile so long we’d more or less forgotten about it.’

      ‘So what happened?’

      ‘They had a coup.’

      ‘Nasty.’

      Matt twined his fingers through hers and felt her shiver. ‘Actually, not too bad as coups go. It was bloodless. I think the country had come to the end of the road and everyone knew it. It had been in steady decline for years. It was socially, financially and morally bankrupt. Corruption was rife. It still is. Public services are virtually non-existent.’

      ‘And it’s down to you to sort it out?’

      ‘Sorting out problems is what I do.’

      ‘Handy.’ A smile curved her lips and Matt’s stomach tightened.

      ‘Not really,’ he said. ‘I was told I was the main reason why they voted to restore the monarchy.’

      Her eyes widened. ‘That sounds pretty drastic. Couldn’t they have just employed you as a consultant or something instead?’

      ‘They wouldn’t have been able to afford me. This way they get me for free.’

      ‘So cynical.’

      ‘I prefer realistic.’ At the look of affront in her eyes on his behalf, something inside him thawed. ‘But if it makes you feel better,’ he said, faintly bewildered by the feeling, ‘I believe they thought a figurehead would unite the country and restore confidence.’

      ‘So no pressure, then.’

      ‘Fortunately I thrive under pressure.’

      ‘What’s the plan?’

      ‘I cut out the dead wood and restructure the finances.’

      ‘Sounds simple.’

      Matt thought of all the problems he’d already encountered in the short time he’d been here. ‘It isn’t.’

      ‘How’s it going?’

      ‘Slowly.’

      ‘How does it feel?’

      ‘Feel?’

      Laura nodded, watched a frown appear on his forehead and felt him tense. Matt clearly didn’t do feelings, at least not of the emotional kind. Well, that was tough, because she was on a roll, and frankly rather stunned by how much he’d divulged, even if it had been all fact based. No way was she giving up now.

      ‘How does what feel?’ he muttered.

      ‘The king thing.’

      ‘It doesn’t feel anything.’

      Matt’s expression shuttered but she carried on undeterred.

      ‘It must feel something,’ she said cajolingly. ‘I don’t know, exhilarating, nerve-racking, weighty. Maybe even a little bit scary?’

      Matt regarded her thoughtfully, his eyes unfathomable as he appeared to analyse the emotions she’d listed. ‘I guess it’s challenging,’ he said eventually.

      Challenging? ‘That’s it?’

      ‘That’s it.’

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘Don’t sound so disappointed,’ he said, a smile tugging at his mouth. ‘You know how much I like challenges.’

      ‘Oh, I do,’ said Laura, her eyes darkening and her breathing shallowing for a second before she remembered what she was supposed to be doing and giving herself a quick shake. ‘So what have you done with your business?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Well, presumably you can’t run a business and run a country.’

      ‘I still have it. I’ve simply taken a step back.’

      ‘Until you decide what you want to do with it?’

      ‘Quite,’ he said non-committally.

      ‘And what are you going to do about your house?’

      ‘Which one?’

      ‘How many do you have?’

      ‘A few.’

      Naturally. ‘I mean the one in Little Somerford.’

      ‘I’m not going to do anything about it.’

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