Yet today when she'd leaned across his desk and he'd seen the T-shirt stretch across her breasts, when he breathed in the citrusy scent of her perfume, something clean and fresh he hadn't expected, when his gaze was inevitably drawn to her again and again, he felt more than just a normal kick of lust. He felt a deeper twist of longing he wasn't ready to acknowledge, much less feel. When he saw the flash of vulnerability in her eyes, when her pointed quips made him want to smile, when he enjoyed her company … he felt that longing inside of him twist harder and start to snap.
Control. He was losing it. He didn't want to want this woman. In any way. He had enough to do arranging this camp, managing his own business and making sure his siblings stayed on a steady course. He didn't need the complication of a woman-any woman, but especially one as dangerously high-profile as Princess Natalia.
Far better to steer clear of her except in the office, or he'd see himself splashed across the tabloids like the rest of his family, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Straightening, he pulled a sheaf of papers towards him and determined to work for the rest of the afternoon-and not give the aggravating princess another thought.
He stayed in his office until after seven, immersed in his work. He heard the muted farewells of the others leaving, the sound of the door closing, when he decided to finish up back at the beach house he'd rented for his time on the island. His equilibrium mostly restored, Ben grabbed his attaché and opened his office door, stopping abruptly when he saw Natalia still bent over the filing cabinet.
The first thing he noticed was the way her skirt pulled across the rounded curve of her bottom. Then he jerked his gaze upwards and realised she was still filing away. The thought shocked him, for if she was still here it meant she hadn't been slow on purpose. So what was really going on? Ben had no idea, but this perplexing insight into the woman he wanted to dismiss made him pause. Frown.
She straightened and, seeming to sense his presence, turned. Ben noticed her guarded expression, her eyes veiled before she tilted her head and gave him a flirty smile. That was the expression he was used to seeing, yet it didn't ring true right now.
‘You didn't have to stay late.'
Natalia lifted one slender shoulder in a shrug. ‘I wanted to get the job done.' She glanced at the remaining few files. ‘I've decided I despise filing.'
‘It is a bit tedious.'
‘That too.' She tucked a strand of wheat-blonde hair behind her ear and turned back to the cabinet.
Ben saw how stiff her shoulders were, her whole body nearly vibrating with tension. She also looked exhausted, and to his own shock he found himself saying, ‘Let me finish it.'
‘I can do it-' she insisted, surprisingly fierce, but Ben had already slotted the remaining files into the cabinet and closed the drawer. It had taken less than a minute. Why, he wondered, had it taken her hours? Surely even the most incompetent person could manage it quicker than that. Yet looking at her drawn face and shadowed eyes he didn't think it had been some kind of revenge. She'd actually, in her own way, been trying.
‘So you finished your first day,' he said lightly. He had come to stand quite close to her in order to finish the filing, and he was conscious of her slender form, the sweep of her satiny cheek, the way her chest rose and fell. He took a step back. ‘Congratulations.'
She gave him a sharp look, reminding him, to his relief, of the spoilt princess he'd encountered at the engagement party. ‘Much to your disappointment, I'm sure.'
‘I wouldn't say that.'
‘I would. You made this bet in order to see me fail.' She spoke flatly, without her usually lilting playfulness, and Ben found he missed it.
‘I made this bet-' he began, then stopped. Why had he insisted she volunteer for him for a month? His own kind of revenge for her being the kind of partying, publicity-seeking princess she was? Or to teach her a lesson? Or something far more dangerous-because he wanted to see her again, wanted to be near her? He didn't like any of the choices.
‘Cat got your tongue?' Natalia jibed softly. ‘Never mind. One day down, twenty-nine to go.' She turned to fetch her coat but Ben got there first, holding it up for her. ‘So I can hang up my own coat but not put it back on?' she mocked, yet he sensed a brittle edge to her tone, to her whole self, that he hadn't heard before. It made him wonder what would happen when that brittle edge cracked. What was underneath?
She slipped her arms into the sleeves and as his fingers brushed her shoulders he felt her twang with awareness, her body as taut as a tightly strung bow. He also felt the answering jolt of lust ricochet through his own body, so strong it took all his self-control to release her.
‘Let's call a truce for the evening,' he said, and she turned, close enough to him that her hair brushed his cheek as she moved.
‘Are you serious? Where's the fun in that?'
‘I'm not sure. But keeping up with you is exhausting, Princess.'
‘Of course it is,' she replied tartly. ‘I move fast.' She swept past him to the door, and Ben was left wondering if she'd been warning him-or putting herself down. She'd sounded almost bitter.
‘Let me buy you a drink,' he suggested, ‘since we both survived.' The invitation shocked him. The last thing he wanted was to appear in public with Princess Natalia. The press would go wild photographing them, with all the accompanying gossip and speculation. Exactly the kind of thing he despised.
Except right now all he could think about was what he wanted. Natalia stared at him, her eyes wide, moist pink lips parted, and lust jolted him again, as if he'd stuck his finger in an electric socket. Going out with Natalia-even if only for a drink-was surely just as dangerous and foolish a thing to do.
Almost as if she sensed the nature of his thoughts, her eyes flashed fire and she buttoned up her coat. ‘I never say no to a drink,' she said, and walked out the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
NATALIA decided to take Ben to a trendy, high-end wine bar near the market square, one of her regular haunts. She could have gone somewhere more discreet, where she wouldn't be noticed, but some childish impulse in her made her choose the more obvious place, although whether she wanted to prove Ben right about her or just annoy him she couldn't say. The moment they arrived the waiter fawned over her, stammering in his nervous haste.
‘Princess Natalia! I didn't realise you might be gracing us with your presence tonight. Your usual table?'
She waved a hand airily. ‘Thank you, Paulo, but perhaps something in the back this time.' Her usual table was in the front window, perfect for the paparazzi, but she had a feeling Ben would balk at that. She could show some consideration. She glanced back at Ben, expecting his eyes to have narrowed and lips thinned in disapproval at her notoriety, but his expression was unreadable. ‘They know who I am here,' she explained flippantly, and he arched an eyebrow.
‘So it appears.'
The waiter led them to a discreet table in the back, tucked in its own corner, and two more waiters descended on them with bowls of olives and nuts.
Ben took the proffered wine list and scanned it blandly, giving Natalia a chance to study him. She nibbled on a nut-in the end she hadn't actually eaten much of the fabulous lunch and she was starving-and gazed at him from under her lashes.
He really was a most attractive man. His hair, light brown and cut quite short, emphasised the hard planes of his cheekbones and jaw. Funny how brown hair and blue eyes-both so ordinary-could look so amazing, so assured and masculine on this one man. Also amazing was the way her body responded to the whole of his features, her heart rate kicking up so she felt nearly breathless.
He glanced up, caught her staring and gave her an all-too-knowing smile. In the dim light his navy eyes glinted almost blackly. ‘Any preference?' he asked, indicating the wine list.
‘How about champagne?' Natalia suggested, and from the way his eyes narrowed she knew Ben was thinking of the bottle of wine at lunch.
‘Champagne, it is.' No sooner had he closed the wine list than a waiter hurried to serve them. ‘A bottle of your best champagne,' Ben said blandly, and Natalia arched an eyebrow.
‘Do you know how much that will cost?' she asked after the waiter had left and Ben sat back in his chair, scanning the well-heeled crowd around them.