Courting Danger

His hand settled on her leg under the table. ‘Leave it. It’s fine.’

Heat rushed up her leg, and she stopped fussing. The woman seated to her right said hello, and Rielle stumbled over her own name. Her date watched her as he left his hand where it was, and her breaths turned unsteady. She placed her hand over his. His eyelids were heavy as he gave in, but before he let her go he gave a soft squeeze.

‘I like it.’

The resulting tug of arousal was strong and hot and centred only inches from where his hand had lain. Rielle stiffened and tried not to stare when he opened a napkin across his lap.

The President gave a short speech, in which she congratulated the Prince and his new bride on their marriage. Rielle tried hard to listen. It was hard to hear past the thumping in her ears. Intimacy was a thing of the past to her, but it was roaring back to life now.

At last dinner was served, and she concentrated on her table manners. It was a delicious five-course meal, filled with Swedish cuisine. Through it all, her date was charming. He spoke to her and others at the table, but she sensed the precise moment that his attention split. By dessert, she’d begun to study him. He was discreet, but he was definitely watching somebody. A business rival? A coworker he didn’t like?

Because the air around him was not easy-going any more.

She frowned and finished her Prinsesstårta dessert. It was truly none of her business. She doubted anyone else noticed, but she’d felt the full force of his personality.

He was looking for someone – or watching someone.

She let her gaze wander over the nearby tables. He wasn’t being overt. It took her several minutes before she determined it was a beautiful brunette seated at a table near the middle of the room. He didn’t stare outright, yet his gaze kept returning to the exotic-looking woman over and over again.

Jealousy immediate shot through Rielle.

There was no basis for it. She had no claim on him. She worked at an escort service. He’d needed a date on his arm, and she was merely stepping in to help out. Yet her movements were jerky as she folded her linen napkin.

The festivities soon moved to the East Room for the evening’s entertainment. A popular singer was performing, reportedly one of the Prince’s favourites. He started with some of his recent hits and then slowed it down with some classic romantic ballads. The dancefloor began to fill, and Rielle was surprised when Mel caught her hand.

‘Let’s dance.’

Her eyes widened. Yet another surprise to the evening. She followed him to the floor and moved into the proper dance hold.

He tugged her closer until their bodies touched. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’ve gone quiet, and you’re not excited any more. I can feel it.’

Her lashes fluttered downwards. She wasn’t as good at hiding her feelings.

‘Did you not like me touching you?’

Her lashes flicked right back up. Not like it? Even now, his body was pressed against hers as they moved in time with the music. He felt big and muscled against her, warm and inviting.

‘No. That was…fine.’

‘Fine?’

Warmth crept up her neck. More than fine.

Swaying in time with the music, she could feel the flow of his body. The play of sinew and warm flesh. He was holding her so closely that her nipples were hardening. When she and he turned, his thigh brushed intimately between hers, and her body threw off another crazy reaction. No, she was not averse to him touching her.

‘I’m fine,’ she insisted. ‘You were the one who was invited to this. I’m trying not to get in your way.’

‘Good,’ he said quietly. ‘Because I’m having trouble keeping my hands off you.’

She bit her lip. ‘It’s the dress.’

He swung her out of the way of an advancing couple on the dancefloor. ‘It’s not the dress – but it sure isn’t helping.’

Pleasure worked its way through her, and she softened against him. The song ended, but they barely broke stride as the singer started another. She felt his fingers moving on her waist, and it was all she could do not to slide her hand from his shoulder to his chest.

Pressed against him so intimately, she felt the tension when it entered his body yet again.

Her head was practically on his shoulder, but she peeked behind her to see what had captured his attention this time.

It was the brunette.

Rielle stopped dancing, ice suddenly running through her veins. ‘Who is she?’

His head snapped towards her. ‘Who?’

‘The dark-haired woman.’

She started to point, but he grabbed her hand and swung her back into the dance. Rielle didn’t want to make a scene, but she refused to help him if he was harassing another woman. ‘You’ve been staring at her all evening. Are you stalking her?’

‘Stalking her? I haven’t been…’ He rolled his jaw. ‘You’re too damn distracting. It’s throwing me off my game.’

His game? The woman was beautiful, with hair so dark it glinted blue, and eyes that were wide and exotic. Did he find her attractive? Was that it? He’d found someone better?

‘And it’s not for that reason, either,’ he growled.

Rielle felt herself flush. Was she that easy to read? She had no right to feel jealous.

‘Then why?’ she demanded. He was trying to make her feel guilty, but she’d ignored enough warning signs tonight to be angry with herself.

He stared hard at her for a long moment. ‘Why are you so observant, Beauty?’

‘What?’

‘I told you that I people-watch, but you’re way more intuitive than me.’

Her gaze flicked away.

‘Why is that?’ he asked.

She missed a step. He pulled her close again, and a hot shiver went down her spine when he whispered into her ear. ‘What do you see when you look at her?’

‘She’s pretty,’ she said.

‘That’s obvious to anyone. Tell me more.’