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Santina's Scandalous Princess(19)

By:Kate Hewitt

          



      

‘Shall we try again?'

Natalia just shrugged. She felt unbearably tense and brittle, as if she  might snap right in half. Ben kicked the ball again, slow this time, an  obviously easy shot so she'd be able to kick it back.

She didn't.

Once again the ball rolled by her and her foot swung through the air. She heard a few children giggle from behind their hands.

Tears of frustration burned beneath her lids. Couldn't she do anything  right? Ben was probably enjoying this, she thought savagely as she went  to retrieve the ball. He'd probably been dreaming of this-Princess  Natalia, humiliated on his football pitch! She grabbed the ball and  threw it back to him, forgetting that in this wretched sport you weren't  supposed to use your hands.

Ben caught the ball easily, giving her a quick, frowning look of concern  before he turned back to the crowd of children. ‘You get the idea?' he  asked in his careful Italian. ‘Why don't you pair up and practise  dribbling and then kicking the ball back and forth.' He glanced back at  her again, and Natalia knew he was wondering just what was going on. She  folded her arms and did her best to look bored. She would not give him  the satisfaction of knowing how that little episode had rattled her.

The children quickly paired up and Ben strolled between them, offering  pointers and encouragement. After a few moments he glanced back at her  again and she could tell he wanted her to do something. But what? What  could she do? She was so bloody useless. She'd never minded so much  before.

Then she saw Ben's glance move to a little girl standing off to the  side, one long dark strand of hair twirled around a finger. She was  watching the kids all in pairs, happily dribbling and kicking away, and  nobody noticed she was all alone. Natalia knew how that felt. She might  be the party princess now, but she'd been the big loser in school.

Without even thinking about what she was doing, she jogged over to her  and crouched down so she was eye-level. ‘Gabriella, sì?' The girl nodded  solemnly. ‘You want to practice dribbling?' She shrugged, trying to act  like she didn't care, but Natalia saw the eagerness in her eyes. She  knew all about that too. Pretending you didn't care when you were dying  inside. ‘I don't have a partner,' Natalia said. ‘Will you be my  partner?' The girl shrugged again, clearly not wanting her pity. Another  thing Natalia understood. ‘Because,' she continued, ‘you saw how  terrible I was, didn't you? I can't even kick the ball, never mind this  dribbling.' She was rewarded with a tiny smile. ‘I think I'm the worst  player on the pitch, so I hope you don't mind being my partner.'

A long moment passed where Gabriella just gazed at her with those sad,  dark eyes. ‘I don't mind,' she finally whispered, and she followed  Natalia out onto the pitch. Natalia forced her own self-consciousness  back as she attempted to dribble the ball between her feet before  passing it to Gabriella. It really was harder than it looked. A lot  harder. They managed a tentative back and forth for a few minutes and  then Natalia went to give a big kick, missed the ball completely and  fell flat on her back.

She lay there for a moment, the wind knocked right out of her, and  blinked slowly up at the cloudless blue sky. Then she heard someone  jogging towards her, and suddenly she was looking into Ben's face, close  enough so she could see the sunlight glinting off the faint stubble on  his chin. He gazed down at her, and Natalia saw a shadow of anxious  concern in his eyes. He touched her cheek once, gently, before pulling  his hand quickly away. He'd surprised them both by touching her. Staring  up at him, Natalia suddenly felt breathless for an entirely different  reason.

Ben sat back on his heels. ‘You OK, Princess?'

She spread her arms and legs out as far as she could and managed a sunny smile. ‘Never better.'

His mouth quirked upwards. ‘That was quite a fall.'

‘I know, it took me a long time to perfect it.' She moved,  experimentally, wincing a little bit at how her back hurt. Ben frowned,  placed a hand on her shoulder. Even in her bruised state she felt  another jolt of awareness.

‘Stay still. You might have hurt something.'

‘I know I hurt something. But nothing's broken.' She eased herself up  into a sitting position. ‘Trust me, I'm a complete coward when it comes  to pain.'

Ben was giving her a rather strange look. His hand remained on her shoulder. ‘Somehow I doubt that.'

Discomfited, Natalia looked away from him and saw that the productivity  on the pitch-all that dribbling and kicking-had come to a complete halt  as a hundred pairs of eyes stared at her with a mixture of concern and  amusement. Talk about humiliation.                      
      
          



      

Yet as Gabriella walked up to her, her eyes wide, Natalia found, to her  own amazement, that she didn't really mind. Not this time. Not if it  made just one child feel a little bit better about herself. She winked  at Gabriella. ‘I told you I was terrible, didn't I?' Gabriella gave a  little laugh, and this time Natalia didn't feel like she was being  laughed at. She had made the joke, not been the butt of it. She stood,  trying not to wince because her back did really hurt, and held the ball  out to Gabriella. ‘Your turn, I think.'

‘Maybe you should sit out-' Ben offered. He still looked rather  touchingly concerned. Probably just his overblown sense of  responsibility, Natalia told herself. It would be stupid to read  anything more into it. To want more. She gave him a mocking look.

‘Don't coddle the princess, hotshot. I can do it.'

A surprised smile quirked the corner of his mouth and his expression lightened. ‘I know you can,' he said.

* * *

Ben watched Natalia walk away and felt a surprising surge of  admiration-and maybe something else. Something deeper. The tangle of  emotions he'd felt inside him since the day spent with Natalia had tuned  into a knot that seemed to be taking over his body. His thoughts. His  heart.

He'd spent far too much time thinking about that almost-kiss, as if it  had meant something. As if it could have. In a desperate attempt at  distraction he'd gone into the office on Sunday, hoping that piles of  paperwork would keep him from remembering just how perfect Natalia had  fit against him, how right she'd felt in his arms.

And it had worked, for a little while. Until he'd seen her again, and  he'd been desperate to touch her, and then when she'd fallen he'd felt  as if his world had spun on its axis and he'd run over to her, his heart  pounding, his mouth dry with fear.

This woman made him feel too much. Want too much. And after witnessing  his father's three marriages and his mother's ongoing heartbreak as she  turned a determinedly blind eye to his philandering, Ben didn't want to  feel or want anything, for any woman.

Do you believe in true love?

He believed in love, he just didn't like it. Or want it. His mother's  love for his father certainly hadn't helped her any. He did not intend  to fall into the same terrible trap.

And certainly not with Princess Natalia.

Ben watched the little girl kick the ball back to Natalia, and this time  she actually stopped it with her foot- His thoughts came to a  screeching halt. Why was he thinking about Natalia and love at all? She  was a spoilt princess, shallow, vain, publicity-seeking. Everything he  hated.

Except maybe she wasn't. He was starting to wonder if there really was  something underneath that brittle la-di-da facade, to believe there was a  real woman with a tender and vulnerable heart.

The thought both appalled and terrified him.

He wanted Natalia Santina to be exactly what he'd thought she was:  shallow, selfish, spoilt and vain. It would be so much easier. He  wouldn't have to wonder, or want, or find excuses to spend more time  with her. He wouldn't be interested in her at all.

But he was, and knew he had been from the first moment she'd sauntered  over to him at Allegra's engagement party. He'd sensed the spark between  them then, and asking her to volunteer had been, he was afraid, just a  way to spend time with her.

And the more time he spent with her, the more he wondered. The more he  wanted. And he felt his precious control slipping notch by notch, until  he'd lose it completely and nothing would keep him from taking her in  his arms and demanding she tell him all her secrets. He wanted to know  her … inside and out, and that thought scared him more than anything else.

* * *

By the end of the day Natalia's whole body ached. Ben was right. This  was really working, and all she wanted was to fall into bed, tired,  muddy and sweaty, just as Ben had promised she would be-and now was.

The children and most of the other volunteers had trooped out of the  stadium at five o'clock, tired and happy, if as muddy as she was.  Natalia hovered by the registration table, shuffling forms into piles  and putting the pens back in the jar. She knew she should leave and yet  she was strangely reluctant to. Despite the aches and pains, the dirt  and mud, even the humiliation, she'd enjoyed today. She'd felt  productive and useful, engaged and energised. Not that she'd ever let  Ben Jackson know it. Still, the thought of returning to the palazzo with  all of its expectations and strictures almost made her want to start  kicking the ball around again. ‘Not bad, Princess,' Ben said, and  Natalia turned to see him coming back from the front of the stadium. She  felt a frisson of awareness shiver up her spine as she took in his  long-legged stride, his easy smile. Mud streaked his long, muscled legs  and Natalia saw a splotch of it on his cheek.