Modern Romance February Books 1-4. Maisey Yates

smiled, her whole face brightening. It was like watching light shift over the ocean. The color moving from slate gray to a brilliant blue. “This is all a bit like a good adventure story, don’t you think?”

      It reminded him of something his grandfather had said. About the whole thing being like a boy’s adventure. Why were people eternally attempting to excite him about something that felt like little more than a menial task?

      “I consider it an errand,” he said, lifting his glass to his lips again. “One that I intend to do and do well, because as I said, I believe in business. In fairness. I owe my grandfather and I am determined to repay him. But that’s it.”

      His dry response doused her smile and he cursed himself. “Well, I think anything can be considered an errand with the incorrect mind-set. And anything can be a game if you purpose for it to be.”

      “All I need is a spoonful of sugar?”

      She smiled. “It couldn’t hurt.”

      “No, I suppose it couldn’t.” The plane began to descend, and Alex could see the scenery below growing larger. Could begin to make out the whitecaps of the waves on the bright water. “You had better buckle yourself, Princess. We are about to arrive in Isolo D’Oro. And that is the last time you will be called Princess for the foreseeable future.”

CHAPTER FIVE

      GABRIELLA WAS STUNNED by the view spread before her. Her grandmother had told her how beautiful her homeland was, but she hadn’t been prepared for the true splendor of it.

      The city that she and Alex were staying in was filled with ornate, old-world architecture, the Mediterranean Sea spread out before it like a gem. It was a glorious mixture of old and new. High-rises being built in a new section of the city, dedicated to bringing much needed commerce to the nation. While the old historic districts remained unchanged.

      She wanted to go out and explore. She did not want to cool her heels in the grand hotel suite that Alex had installed them in. But Alex had insisted that he had some work to do, and it would not do to have her wandering around the country by herself.

      She supposed that she could defy him on the matter, but she honestly had such limited travel experience that she didn’t feel terribly inclined to do that. She was much more likely to stick close to the large American businessman acting as her escort, as she had a feeling he would be a little bit more accomplished at guarding her physical safety than she would.

      Not that anything about Isolo D’Oro seemed menacing, but stories of how her family had escaped under threat echoed in her mind. It wasn’t something she could simply forget.

      “How are your impressions so far?”

      Alex chose that moment to come out of his bedroom. He had discarded his suit jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a wedge of tan skin covered with just the right amount of dark chest hair.

      She questioned that thought the moment it entered her mind. What on earth was the appropriate amount of chest hair, and how was she so certain that he was in possession of it? It wasn’t as though she was an expert on men’s chests or the quantity of hair on them.

      How strange that she was putting so much thought into his.

      “It’s lovely,” she said, turning her focus back to the view, and resolutely away from his chest.

      “I’m glad you think so.”

      She studied him closely. “Are you?”

      He smiled and the impact of it felt like a punch in the chest. He was an irritatingly large presence. His every movement set the hairs on her arms on end, his shifting expressions creating a seismic reaction in her internal organs.

      “No,” he said. “I don’t actually care what you think. It just seemed a polite thing to say.”

      She looked at him, unable to get a genuine read on him. “I can’t decide whether or not I’m amused by you,” she said.

      “I believe the general consensus of me is that I’m horrifying.”

      “Hmm. Really?”

      “My reputation precedes me in all corners of the earth. I’m known to be quite hard. Demanding. A perfectionist in areas of business. Sometimes scarcely human. Some say that if you cut me, I would, in fact, not bleed.”

      “Well, that is ridiculous. Because everybody bleeds,” she said.

      “For such a clever creature, you are alarmingly literal.”

      “It is ridiculous,” she insisted. “All of it. Obviously you’re human.”

      His smile only grew broader. “Is it obvious? I feel it isn’t to many. But then, I find that amusing and don’t do much to dispel the idea that I might be some kind of monster.”

      “Why?”

      He walked across the small living area, heading back toward the bedroom he had just come out of and pushing the door open. “Coming?” he asked.

      Her heart slammed against her rib cage. “What?”

      “You asked a question. I thought you might want to hear the answer. But I have to go into my room to get my jacket and retrieve my tie.”

      She scrambled after him, feeling a little bit silly that she had somehow read something else into those words. Of course he wasn’t asking her to come into the bedroom for...well, anything that might be done in the bedroom.

      She wasn’t the kind of woman who invited seduction. And she was genuinely fine with that. Someday, she would find a man. A suitable man who would make a suitable match. Possibly a minor role. Or someone who moved in high European society but who also liked books and dusty libraries. Yes, that. Most likely. Definitely not an American businessman who took joy in tormenting others with his dry sense of humor and seemed to regard her love of reading and research with the kind of curiosity one usually reserved for a bug under a microscope.

      “You want to know why I enjoy keeping others at a distance?”

      “I am curious, I admit,” she said.

      She was also surprised that he was even pretending he was going to give her an answer. After all, if he truly enjoyed keeping people at a distance, why would he disclose any information that might bring the two of them closer together? It didn’t make sense.

      “I like the freedom it affords me,” he said. He opened up the closet and pulled out a jacket and a tie. Both black, exactly like the ones he’d worn earlier. Though she had a feeling they were a different set than before. “When people fear you they tend to defer to you. That ensures I get my way most of the time.”

      “What are they afraid you’ll do?”

      “I don’t know.” He began to button his shirt collar. “That’s the most amusing part. For all the rumors of my misdeeds, I have yet to actually throw anyone in a dungeon. Neither have I ever sucked anyone’s blood. However, my legend looms large, and who am I to argue with that?”

      “I don’t think I have a legend. Well, obviously I don’t, as you had never heard of me when you arrived at the estate.”

      He lifted a shoulder as he looped the tie around his neck. “But then, you had never heard of me, either, cara.”

      “True enough. But I’m rather cloistered there at the estate. There are a great many things I haven’t heard of.”

      He arched a dark brow. “Does your grandmother not have Wi-Fi?”

      “Yes, we have the internet. It’s just that I don’t often make use of it.”

      “And why is that?”

      “It’s very disconcerting to know you could log into a news website at any time and your family is the headline.