And she resented it. Resented how she felt her own resolve weakening.
But she couldn’t help herself.
This man could steal any woman’s heart if he set his mind to it.
But not her heart, she reminded herself.
To be honest, she preferred his majestic scowl to the come-hither curve currently gracing his lips.
Lips made for nibbling, tasting, kissing.
Wait. They were only lips. Princely lips she didn’t want to have anything to do with. So what if his less-than-appealing personality didn’t diminish his s*x appeal?
She wasn’t interested. Period.
And if she told herself that enough, she might eventually believe it. Not that it mattered, of course. She was simply overreacting, letting her imagination and hormones run wild.
The prince hadn’t propositioned her; he hadn’t said one word. Teasi
