Brooding Billionaire, Impoverished Princess. Robyn Donald

this uncontrollable response was desire, she not only didn’t know how to deal with it, she found it downright embarrassing.

      Her breath eased out in a long jagged sigh once she’d shut the door behind her. The huge bed was opulent, the cabin decorated for sleep, relying on subtle colours and the cool play of linen against gleaming silk, the soft luxury of a caramel cashmere throw. Her gaze fixed onto the plump pillows that called to her with a siren’s lure.

      Yet more alluring, more compelling, was that unbidden hunger for something she’d never experienced, something she was afraid of—the reckless, dangerously fascinating clamour of her body for a fulfilment she didn’t dare seek.

      ‘So forget about it and start behaving like a sane person,’ she commanded beneath her breath.

      She sat down and eased off her shoes, then swung up her legs.

      But as her eyes closed she found herself wondering how many women had shared this bed with Alex.