Princess in the Making by Michelle Celmer

Author:Michelle Celmer
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Ten

Remember what you told Marcus, Vanessa reminded herself. Even if this doesn’t work out, it’s not a mistake. The thought actually made her feel a tiny bit better.

“Oh, by the way…” Marcus pulled a cell phone from his shorts pocket. “What’s your number?”

She’d actually forgotten all about her phone. She told him the number and he dialed, and she felt it begin to rumble…in the front pocket of her shorts! “What the—”

She pulled it out, staring dumbfounded, and Marcus started to laugh. “But…I heard it fall.”

“Whatever you heard, it obviously wasn’t your phone.”

“Oh, geez. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He pushed himself to his feet and extended a hand to help her up. “Why don’t we get you upstairs.”

As stupid as she felt right now, she was having such a nice time talking to him that she hated to actually go to her room. But it was late, and he probably had more important things to do than to entertain her in the short amount of evening that remained. He’d already sacrificed most of his day for her.

She took his hand and he hiked her up, but as he pulled her to her feet her phone slipped from her hand and this time she actually did drop it. It landed in the grass between them. She and Marcus bent to pick it up at the exact same time, their heads colliding in the process. Hard.

They muttered a simultaneous “Ow.”

She straightened and reached up to touch the impact point just above her left eye, wincing when her fingers brushed a tender spot. Great, now she could look forward to a hangover and a concussion. Could she make an even bigger ass of herself?

“You’re hurt,” he said, looking worried, which made her feel even stupider.

“I’m fine. It’s just a little tender.”

“Let me see,” he insisted, gently cradling her cheek in his palm, turning her toward the light for a better look. With his other hand he brushed her hair aside, his fingertips grazing her forehead.

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach, then lunged upward into her throat. Oh my god. If her legs had been a little wobbly before, her senses slightly compromised, that was nothing compared to the head-to-toe, limb-weakening, mind-altering, knock-me-off-my-feet rush of sensation she was experiencing now. His face was so close she could feel his breath whisper across her cheek, and the urge to reach up and run her hand across his stubbled chin was almost irresistible.

Her breath caught and she got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then his eyes dropped to hers and what she saw in them made her knees go weak.

He wanted her. Really wanted her.

Don’t do it, Vanessa. Don’t even think about it.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, but it came out as a raspy whisper.

The only thing hurting right now—other than her bruised pride—was her heart, for what she knew was about to happen. For the betrayal she would feel when she talked to Gabriel tomorrow. But even that wasn’t enough to jar her back to reality.

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