One Night With The Forbidden Princess. Amanda Cinelli
arm, stopping her progress.
She couldn’t help herself then—she cursed. A filthy word in Catalan that would make her father blush if he heard her.
The stranger smiled darkly. ‘We’re going to get absolutely nowhere if you don’t speak to me. Why are you here?’ he asked again, releasing her arm and pushing her to sit down in the chair in front of her dressing table.
Exactly where she needed to be.
‘I could ask you the same question,’ she replied, slowly reclining backwards under the pretext of stretching her tender muscles.
‘That’s simple. I’m here for people like you,’ he said simply, crossing his arms and staring down at her.
‘People like me?’ she asked breathlessly, her hand feeling blindly along the dressing table behind her for where she knew an alert button had been placed. She tried to calm her breath and prayed he would not see what she was doing. She felt a smooth round bump and pressed it quickly, holding her breath in case she needed to run.
No sirens sounded…there were no flashing lights. She moved to press it again, only to have his fingers encircle her elbow and place her hands in her lap.
‘Keep your hands where I can see them.’
It was clear this wasn’t going to be over any time soon.
He tilted his head to one side, looking at her in such an intense way it made her toes curl into the carpet under her feet. His eyes lowered, darkening as they swept down her legs.
The way he looked at her, the blatant male appreciation on his striking features, made something seem to uncoil in the pit of her stomach. She felt warm under his gaze and turned her face away in case she blushed.
‘Whomever you think I am, I can tell you now that you are very wrong.’
His answering smile was raking, and made goosebumps break out across her arms.
The stranger bent down so that their faces were level. ‘I think that, whoever you are, beautiful, you are a lot stronger and a lot more dangerous than you seem.’
‘YOU SOUND LIKE quite the expert,’ she purred, her catlike eyes seeming to glow in her pale features.
Roman frowned. ‘I can tell by your eyes that you’re worried about being caught in the act, and yet you mock me.’
‘You’re quite arrogant and you deserve some mocking, I think,’ she replied sweetly.
He fought the urge to laugh at this situation. Here he was, with a thief held captive inside the palace walls, and he was enjoying their verbal sparring too much to make a decision over what to do with her.
He couldn’t simply waltz up to the King’s offices and present him with this gift. Problem one being that the King was out of the palace today, along with the rest of the royal family. Problem two being that the Palace Guard had no idea he would be here today. As far as they were concerned he would be just as much a criminal as the sharp-tongued redhead who sat staring at him as though she’d like to claw his eyes out.
He would have to call Khal and tell him that their plan had encountered a minor diversion. It was no matter, really. He had identified a serious security blind spot and provided the Palace Guard with an attempted burglar to boot. All in all, quite a success.
So why did the thought of handing her over make him feel so uneasy?
He had got where he was by trusting his gut, and right now his gut was telling him that something wasn’t quite right here. That this woman was not all that she seemed. Something made him pause, his brain weighing the situation up piece by piece.
‘You are quite possibly the most ladylike thief I have ever encountered,’ he mused. ‘Do you always go barefoot on a job, or was today an exception?’
‘You assume that I make a habit of this?’ She glared up at him.
‘Correct me, then.’ He held her gaze evenly until she looked away.
‘You have quite an intense stare. It’s making me uneasy.’
She crossed one slim leg over the other. Roman felt his throat go dry, and looked away from the expanse of creamy smooth skin below her dress.
‘I’m in the business of being observant,’ he said, clearing his throat. ‘You might benefit from it yourself, then maybe next time you won’t get caught so easily.’
‘I assume you are the almighty authority on how to break into palaces?’ She raised her brows, sitting straighter in her seat.
‘Seeing as you arrived here first, I disagree,’ he countered.
‘Oh, now I see. You’re angry that you were beaten to the punch by a woman.’ She placed both feet flat on the floor, smoothing her dress over her knees. ‘This whole body-searching, intimidating act has all been one big ego-stroke for you.’
‘I searched you because I am not so pig-headed as to believe that you pose no threat to me simply because of your sex.’ Roman shook his head in disbelief, hating himself for rising to her bait. ‘Why would you assume that the fact you are a woman has anything to do with it?’
She looked away from him then. ‘Because it always does.’
‘I think that’s far more telling of your low opinion of men than anything else.’ He raised his brows. ‘Trust me, I am an expert in assessing risks. Women are not somehow physically destined to surrender to men. I have seen it first-hand. I have trained women, watched them down men twice their size without breaking a sweat.’
‘You train women? To become…thieves?’ she said with disbelief. ‘Who on earth are you?’
Roman laughed, not bothering to correct her assumption. ‘Let’s just say I am the last person you wish to meet while you’re on a job. Not just here, in this castle. Anywhere. I know how the criminal mind works. I have made it my business to be an expert in it.’
‘So if I’m a criminal, you’ll know what I am thinking right now?’ Her eyes darted towards the door once more.
‘I’m trying to.’ Roman poised himself in case she ran. ‘Just tell me what it is you’re after and I can make this easier for you. Tell me your name.’
‘No,’ she said plainly.
Her body language was telling him that she was becoming increasingly more agitated with the situation. A flight risk if ever he’d seen one.
Even as the thought crossed his mind she jumped from the chair, her speed surprising him for a split second before he moved himself. She made it a few steps before his arms were around her waist, holding her body tightly against his as she struggled in vain.
‘Please—just let me go,’ she breathed.
The fear in her voice startled him, but his training had taught him not to release anyone until he had another means of restraining them.
‘You are making it very difficult for me to help you here. Do you know that?’ he said, holding her arms tightly to her sides and trying in vain to ignore the delicious scent of vanilla that drifted up from her hair.
‘Why…? Why would you offer to help after what you think of me?’
He thought for a moment. ‘Because I believe in second chances.’ He spoke without thought, his answer surprising even himself. ‘You always have a choice—no matter how impossible it seems.’
A strange look came over her face as their eyes locked. Her breath was coming hard and heavy against his chest but she’d stopped fighting him. Her eyes drifted away from him, settling on the distance with a mixture of resolve and deep sadness.
‘I’m