Shock Heir For The King_Mills & Boon Modern by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarpercollinsPublishers
Published: 2019-04-30T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

‘JUST A LITTLE this way, please, madam,’ the photographer urged, holding a slender tanned arm in the air.

Frankie followed his instructions, but the smile she had pinned to her face earlier was starting to feel as if it was held in place via glue.

‘Perfect. Just a few more—over near the balcony.’

The afternoon sun was streaming in like arrows of gold, no less dazzling than it had been earlier that day, when they’d stood on a different balcony and watched the dawn crest over the ocean. But then he’d been wearing only boxer shorts and the trauma of his dream had clung to him like a dark cloak she’d needed to break him free of. Now, Matthias looked every inch the handsome King. A dark suit with a cream tie, his eyes glinted in his tanned face. Black hair had been styled back from his brow, and it was all she could do not to simply stare at him.

Mathilde had presented Frankie with a cream dress for the formal engagement announcement photo session—it was long and had a ruffle across one shoulder that fell to her waist before swishing out into a narrow skirt, all the way to her ankles. Teamed with a pair of heels, she at least had a small advantage on her usual height, so she didn’t feel so small when standing beside Matthias.

‘It has been forty minutes,’ Matthias bit out, lifting his gold wristwatch and staring at the time. ‘Surely you have enough?’

The photographer, busy looking at the digital screen on the back of the camera, glanced up and blinked, then nodded. ‘Almost, Your Majesty,’ he promised. ‘Just five more minutes.’

Frankie risked a glance at Matthias’s face; it was forbidding and oh, so regal. These engagement portraits were going to make them look as if they were on their way to a funeral rather than a wedding.

‘Do you need a break, deliciae?’ Matthias looked directly at her and her heart thumped in her chest.

She shook her head. ‘I’m fine. You?’

He grimaced in response. ‘Hardly my preferred way to spend time.’

‘Just against the railing, please, sir. Madam.’

Matthias assumed a nonchalant, bored pose and Frankie stood beside him. The photographer shook his head. ‘Lean into him a bit more. Like this—’ The photographer tilted his head and smiled.

Frankie compressed her lips and looked up at Matthias before moving. He was watching her, his expression sardonic.

With a small sigh, Frankie did as the photographer had suggested, but it was like being exposed to flames. Her head rested on his pectoral muscle; she could hear his heart, feel his warmth. Her smile was barely there, a whisper on her face—how could she smile when standing upright was such an effort? Matthias’s hand curved around her back and his fingers splayed wide, moving ever so slightly up and down, up and down, so heat and warmth radiated from where he touched her.

‘Smile!’ the photographer reminded her. Frankie tried, but all of her was tied up in that moment in simply feeling. Sensations were overriding anything else.

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