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It was crazy. He sounded so much like him.
If it weren’t for the fact that Gordon wouldn’t fly out here to see her, she’d swear it was him. But she hadn’t been anything more to him than a big, fat paycheck.
The tips of his fingers almost touched her butt, and she squeezed her thighs together. Geez, this was ridiculous and wrong in so many ways. So. Many. Ways.
Princesses don’t fantasize about strange men.
When he massaged the top of her butt, she groaned. Actually groaned.
He froze, then moved his hands perilously close to her core. “Just remember…you don’t have my permission to come, Princess.”
Only one man would dare to say those words to her.
Lifting her head, she stared right at the masseuse who was rubbing her rear end… And then her heart stopped beating. Gordon. It was Gordon. He was here, rubbing her butt, and she had no idea what to think. What to say. How to feel.
“I know.” He let go of her, rocking back on his heels. “You want to know why I’m here.”
“You shouldn’t be here. Guards?”
She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. A quick glance showed that they were alone in the room, with no one to save her from him. No one but herself.
“They’re not here,” he said unnecessarily.
“Where did you send them? And why did they listen to you? And why are you here, when I’m naked on a table, and you’re fully dressed?”
“One question at a time, Princess.”
He undid the top button of his vest, his brown eyes locked on her. Everything about him made her muscles weak with desire. He wore a gray button up shirt, a vest, and a pair of slacks. There was also some major five o’clock shadow going on, and his artwork was all hidden. Or it was…until his vest hit the floor, and he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I—” She swallowed past her dry throat. He looked so…so…delicious. But he’d betrayed her. Broken her heart. She refused to want him. Princesses don’t forget past wrongs. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He quirked a brow. “I’m getting naked, too, so it’s fair.”
“No.” She gripped the sheet tighter, holding it to her chest over her racing heart. “You need to go. Now.”
He shook his head slowly, undoing another button. “No. I’m not leaving you again.”
His words made her want to cry, scream, and cry some more. He’d told her he didn’t care about her, and yet here he was. Telling her he wasn’t leaving her, after all he’d put her through. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.
Curling her hands into fists, she stared him down. “Why did you come here? You made it quite clear how you felt about me the other day.” She lifted her chin up, trying to cling to the last remaining scraps of her dignity. “We have nothing more to say to one another.”
“Yeah, we do, because I was wrong.” He undid another button, and she watched with wide eyes. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. It wasn’t true. I lied to you.”
She forced her eyes back up.
He kept on unbuttoning his shirt, but she stared at his face. It was safer…except when she saw his chocolate brown eyes, with those flecks of amber. Those eyes were addicting. Just like him.
Oh, who was she kidding?
Everything about him was dangerous to her self-control.
She forced her attention on the conversation at hand. “Which time did you lie to me? When you told me you had something to ask me, or when you told me you didn’t want to be with me?”
“For starters?” He shrugged his shirt off. “When I told you I took the money.”
Her gaze dipped down over his bare chest. Man, she’d missed that ink. The black swirls and splashes of color. Heck, the muscles, too. All of it. All of him.
“You mean you didn’t take the money?”
