You Can't Fight A Royal Attraction: Excerpt
What was it about that cool hauteur that made her want to play with fire?
‘Of course, you’re no danger to me in a...’ deliberately she let her gaze run over him. ‘...sexual way, are you?’ He didn’t miss it nor did he miss the insolence she projected. She could see his mouth tighten in controlled annoyance. For a wild minute she wished he’d let loose and the unreasoning thought made her heartbeat pick up.
‘Are you trying to challenge me?’ Her heart jumped up at the deep voice laced with mockery. Coward, she derided. Surely she wasn't frightened of him?
‘No challenge for you surely? You can hardly stand the sight of me.’ She reminded him.
‘Am I supposed to jump on you in fervent denial of that statement, swearing that I can't keep my hands off you?’ A dark eyebrow rose. ‘Sorry, but your little game won't wash, Sehgal.’ Irritatingly he addressed her by her surname again.
‘Oh how astute you are, Khehra!’ She widened her eyes. ‘You catch on so fast, guess I'll have to watch myself more around you.’ She formed a pout, aware of his gaze moving to it, feeling an unreasonable thrill as it did. She must be mad. Or starved of fun. But somehow she couldn't not try to get a reaction out of that stone monument.
His eyes narrowed, ‘Whatever you're trying, I'm not looking for trouble, and I'd advise you not to go poke for it either.’
‘So disappointing!’ She shook her head sorrowfully, ‘Here I was getting thrilled to bits we're going to have this weekend. Just us. Lonesome, twosome.’