The Heartbreaker Prince

Was this a man trying to put a positive spin on it or was he genuinely that cynical?

‘Have you ever been in love?’ It was a weird thing to ask a total stranger, but then this was a very weird situation.

And just as weird was the expression she glimpsed on the tall prince’s face. But even as she registered the bleakness in his eyes his heavy lids half closed. When he turned to look directly at her there was only cynicism shining in the dark depths.

‘I defer to you as an expert on that subject. Two engagements is impressive. Do you get engaged to every man you sleep with?’

‘I’m twenty-three,’ she tossed back.

He tipped his dark head. ‘My apologies,’ he intoned with smiling contempt. ‘That was a stupid question.’

Hannah didn’t give a damn if he thought she had casual sex with every man she met. What made her want to slap the look of smug superiority off his face were the double standards his attitude betrayed.

How dared a man who had probably had more notches in his bedpost than she’d had pedicures look down his nose at her?

‘And this is all about money and power. You have it and you’re prepared to do anything to keep it. You carry on calling it duty if it makes you feel any better about yourself, but I call it greed!’

Kamel struggled to contain the flash of rage he felt at the insult. ‘Only a woman who has always had access to her rich daddy’s wallet and has never had to work for anything in her life could be so scornful about money. Or maybe you’re just stupid.’

Stupid! The word throbbed like an infected wound in her brain. ‘I do work.’ If only to prove to all those people who called her stupid that people with dyslexia could do as well as anyone else if they had the help they needed.