The Hot-Headed Virgin: The Virgin's Price / The Greek's Virgin / The Italian Billionaire's Virgin

His mouth tilted as he tapped her gently on the tip of her nose with the end of one long finger. ‘I can see you’re speechless with love for me. How adorably sweet.’

‘You lucky dog.’ One of the older men thumped Bryn on the shoulder on his way past to the drinks waiter.

‘I told you it would happen eventually,’ another guest said.

‘I thoroughly approve,’ one of the other women said. ‘You should have seen how she handled the media. A natural, if you ask me.’

‘How did you handle the media?’ Bryn asked softly as he sat down beside her.

Mia couldn’t help feeling a little ashamed of her earlier behaviour with the Press. She’d come across as an empty-headed, star-struck bimbo. If only she’d known he was visiting his dying relative. Now she just felt silly and childish.

‘It was a piece of cake,’ she whispered back.

‘Good girl,’ he said and reached for his glass. ‘I’d hate for this children’s charity to be spoilt by a bad Press release.’

Mia stiffened in her seat. Children’s charity? She glanced towards the podium, where a brightly festooned sign portrayed the emblem of the charity for kids with cancer. Bryn’s name was printed there as principle sponsor and another wave of shame passed through her from head to toe.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. ‘You look a little flustered.’

Mia bent her head and stared at her cutlery. ‘I’m not the least bit flustered.’

‘Why are you blushing?’

‘I’m not blushing,’ she denied even as her face felt as if it was going to explode with heat. ‘It’s hot in here.’

‘Let’s go get some air,’ he said and drew her to her feet.

She had no choice but to go with him. The other guests looked on indulgently as he escorted her from the ballroom, a couple of cameras flashing at them as they went past.

He waited until he’d led her into a quiet alcove out of the way of the Press. ‘I’m sorry I was late. I had something to see to.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were visiting your great-aunt?’

He frowned down at her, his dark eyes narrowing into slits. ‘Who told you about my great-aunt?’

‘Jocey Myers.’

His features darkened and Mia noticed his hands begin to clench by his sides. ‘She had no right to do that.’

‘I think she had the right to tell me the important details of your life and background,’ she said. ‘I can’t act this role if I don’t know who the other principle character is.’

‘You don’t need to know me. This is all an act. Just run with the script I gave you.’

‘The script you gave me has some very big gaps in it,’ she said. ‘I can’t do this convincingly if I don’t know who you are as a person. No one will believe I have fallen in love with you unless I can prove I know who you really are.’

Bryn thought about it for a moment. ‘All right, I’ll fill you in on some details but they are to go no further. Understood?’

She nodded.

‘Right, then.’ He took a breath and wondered where to start. ‘My parents were killed when I was seven. I hardly remember what they looked like now. My great-aunt Agnes stepped in and brought me up. End of story.’

Mia frowned. ‘But surely—’

‘I don’t remember, OK?’ His eyes hardened as they lasered hers. ‘Now let’s go back and do what we’re here to do.’

‘What exactly are we here to do?’ she asked as she trotted to keep up with his long strides.

‘We’re here to raise a hundred thousand dollars for the Children’s Cancer Ward at St Patrick’s.’

She stared at his back as he started back towards the ballroom. ‘Wait!’ She tugged on his arm and he turned to face her. ‘What do you want me to do?’

He looked down at her mouth for a moment before he tore his gaze away. ‘I told you this afternoon. I want you to act the role of the devoted fiancée. Did you happen to cover that at stage school?’

She lifted her chin. ‘That was in Tricky Relationships 101.’

He threw back his head and laughed.

‘What’s so funny?’ she asked. ‘You don’t think I can do tricky relationships?’

He placed a casual arm around her shoulders as he led her back into the ballroom. ‘I’m beginning to think I’ve seriously underestimated your acting ability.’

‘I told you I can act,’ she said through a forced smile as someone stopped to take their photo.

‘So you did but up until today I hadn’t seen you do it very convincingly.’

‘I was going on instinct rather than experience in Theo’s play. I just needed more time to get my head around the role. I was the understudy, remember,’ she said.

He stopped in his tracks to look down at her, a small frown beetling his brows. ‘So what you’re saying is you’ve never actually been in love?’

‘Um…no…’ She shifted her gaze. ‘I’ve had a few close calls but nothing very serious.’

‘Have you lived with anyone before?’

‘No…’

‘Been engaged before?’

She rolled her eyes at him. ‘No, of course not. In case it has escaped your notice, most women these days prefer to be in love with the man they’ve agreed to marry.’

He gave her a thoughtful look that seemed to go on and on for endless seconds, his dark blue eyes steady on hers.

Mia began to brace herself for his next question. Here it comes, she thought.

The big one.

Have You Slept With Anyone Before?

‘I think you’ll enjoy the rest of the evening,’ he finally said. ‘Do you like dancing?’