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‘I sang for him once. He was such a...’ she scrambled for the right word ‘...man!’
‘Maman, I need to go now.’
‘Of course, chérie. If you meet Prince Talos again, send him my regards.’
‘I will.’
Turning her phone off and placing it on the table, Amalie drew her hands down her face.
There was only one thing left that she could do. She was going to have to tell Talos Kalliakis the truth.
CHAPTER THREE
WHEN TALOS PUNCHED his finger to the bell of Amalie’s front door he knew she must have been waiting for him. She pulled the door open before his hand was back by his side.
She stared at him impassively, as if what had occurred between them earlier had never happened. As if she hadn’t lost her calm veneer.
Without a word being exchanged, he followed her into the kitchen.
On the table lay a tray of pastries and two plates. A pot of coffee had just finished percolating. Amalie was dressed for her part, having donned a pair of black jeans that hugged her slender frame and a silver scoop-necked top. Her straight dark hair had been brushed back into a loose bun at the nape of her slender neck. She wore no make-up, and the freckles across her nose were vivid in the harsh light beaming from above them.
It was clear to him that she had seen reason. And why on earth would she not? She was a professional musician. He shouldn’t have to resort to blackmail.
Time was running out. For the gala. For his grandfather. The chemotherapy he was undergoing had weakened him badly. There were days when he couldn’t leave his bed—barely had the strength to retch into a bucket. Other days Talos found him in good spirits, happy to sit outside and enjoy the Agon sunshine in the sprawling palace gardens.
Talos remembered again that he had planned to return home after the auditions on Saturday and spend the rest of the weekend with his grandfather. Instead he’d been compelled to force through—and quickly—the purchase of that awful Parisian building. And for what? Because the only professional violinist he’d found capable of doing justice to his grandmother’s final composition was playing hardball.
No one played hardball with Talos Kalliakis. No one. To find this slender thing standing up to him...
But she had seen reason. That was all that mattered now.
He allowed himself a smile at his victory, and sat in the chair he’d vacated only six hours before.
Defeat had never crossed his mind. It was regrettable that he’d had to resort to blackmail to get his own way but time was of the essence. The Jubilee was only a month away. There was still time for her to learn the piece to performance standard and for her orchestra to learn the accompanying music. He wanted them note-perfect before they took to the palace stage.
Amalie’s arm brushed against his as she placed a mug in front of him. He found his attention caught by her fingers, as it had been earlier, when he’d had them trapped in his hand. It was the nails at the end of those long, elegant fingers that had really struck him. The nails of her left hand were short and blunt. The nails of her right hand were much longer and shapely. He’d puzzled over those nails all day...over what they reminded him of.
He’d also puzzled over the reaction that had swept through him when he’d pinned her to his lap after her anger had rushed to the surface.
Talos was a man who enjoyed the company of beautiful women. And beautiful women liked him. Women he didn’t know would catch his eye and hold it for a beat too long. When they learned who he was their gazes would stay fixed, suggestion and invitation ringing from them.
Never had he met a woman who so obviously disliked him. Never had he met anyone—man or woman—outside his immediate family who would deny him anything he wanted.
Amalie Cartwright was a pretty woman in her own unique way. The defiant attitude she’d displayed towards him infuriated and intrigued him in equal measure.
What, he wondered, would it be like to light the fire he’d glimpsed that morning in a more intimate setting?
What would it take to twist that fire and anger into passion?
He had felt the shift in her when her whole body had stilled and her breath had shortened and then stopped. The same time his own breath had stopped. One moment he’d been staring at her fingers with bemusement, the next his body had been filled with an awareness so strong it had knocked the air out of him.
He’d never experienced a reaction like it.
And now, watching her take the same seat as she had that morning, he could feel that awareness stirring within him again.
