By Julia James
Enterprise magnate Alexei Constantin has something on his brain - to break the Hawkwood relatives empire! yet Alexei does not notice he is simply shared a passionate kiss with Eve Hawkwood - the gorgeous yet blameless daughter of his sour enemy...
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But not quite. It didn’t stop his eyes fastening to hers, though. Didn’t stop the sudden instinctive tightening that he felt. She was blonde. Incredibly blonde. Pale hair and pale skin. With the fine-boned looks that only the English possessed. And she was stunning with it. Perfect wide-set grey eyes, a slender nose, and a mouth that was slightly, very slightly parted. Her body was tall, graceful, and perfectly proportioned. Long legs, rounded hips, hand-span waist and two perfect orbs for breasts.
Yet the first sight of her as he’d walked into the stateroom had made a mockery of his resolution. It had been like a punch to the solar plexus. It still was. But now he was slamming down hard on his reaction to her. He had to. It was essential. Essential to be able merely to look at her with his eyes veiled, betraying none of the turbulent thoughts within. Refusing to allow her to use her skills on him. And she was, as she had been the day before, very skilful indeed. She was wearing cream tonight, another simple column of fine layers of fabric, caught at each shoulder with a pearled clasp.
He was wearing evening dress, the tuxedo straining across his thickening torso. His familiar features, with the characteristic strong nose, were framed by thick greying hair. He was looking his age, thought Alexei, his regard emotionless. For a moment he did nothing except look at the face of the man who was the object of the remorseless siege that he was conducting. Then, having taken his fill, he allowed his gaze to take in his companions. There were two women, one either side of Hawkwood. One was of the same generation, although her handsome features were immaculately preserved.