The Prince's Resistant Lover by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

than an hour to get to his destination via car. So when the machine set down, he told the pilot to halt the rotors. He didn’t move until all the dust had settled around them. Then he carefully picked her up and carried her inside. He ignored the way her body was trembling violently and refused to think about how nice she felt with her face tucked into his neck so she couldn’t see anything. Her arms were iron bands around his neck and, in this instance at least, she trusted him to keep her safe. He realized that her fears might be irrational, but they were very real, and he felt bad for forcing her to endure the short flight.
    He carried her through his palace, ignoring the servants who were quickly bowing down as he passed. He didn’t stop until he pushed through the doors to his very own bedroom. Why he’d brought her here instead of one of the smaller rooms that would be easier to guard, he had no idea. All he knew was that he wanted answers and he was going to get them from this woman, one way or another.
    Wyndi looked up, trying to absorb this nightmare in which she’d been dumped. It simply wasn’t possible that she’d been kidnapped! That the man who had been so funny, kind and sensual had turned into a monster, and she was now in a foreign country where she didn’t know the rules. No, these things happened in the movies and on television. This wasn’t her life! This was just another nightmare in which she would wake up. She just hoped she’d wake up sooner rather than later because this was terrifying.
    “When you’re ready to cooperate, just let one of my body guards know.” He turned around and walked to the door but when his hand was resting on the doorknob, he stopped and turned around. She looked so small and scared sitting in the middle of his bed. Was he doing the right thing? Perhaps there was a better approach…something that would be kind….
    He swore once again and yanked open the door, refusing to let her lost, forlorn expression move him again. It was all a lie and he hated liars. Especially liars that tried to fool him.
    He went to his office and forced himself to deal with all the issues that had been piling up while he’d been hunting down the hacker. Over the past two days, he’d spent way too much time thinking about that woman. Even yesterday when he’d been sitting in meetings, he hadn’t been paying attention, too occupied thinking of different ways to make love to her.
    And that was probably the crux of the problem. She’d fit him so perfectly sexually, her drive was so in tune with his. No matter where he touched her, she was breathless for more and he’d felt the same way when she’d touched him. Now he understood that it was all just a game, a way to hide her illegal activities so she wouldn’t be prosecuted.
    With brutal self-discipline, he forced his mind to work, focusing on his responsibilities and not allowing his mind to think of the slender, enticing and defiant prisoner currently in his bedroom.

Chapter 5
     
    Wyndi pushed herself to the head of the bed, looking around and trying to figure out what she was going to do. The sun was starting to set through the windows and she’d already looked around this enormous room, trying to find a way out, to escape and, when that was not possible, just snooping through Tamar’s things.
    She’d been kidnapped and, unless she was completely losing her mind, this wasn’t a nightmare.
    When the lock sounded on the door, she stared at it anxiously. Tamar strode into the room followed by several servants who set up a table and some delicious smelling foods. Wyndi realized that she hadn’t eaten anything since the previous night’s pasta, but since she had no idea what time it was, or even where she was, she couldn’t figure out what meal this should be. She was starving though, so she wasn’t going to turn this down.
    “Come,” he called out to her when they were alone once again.
    So much for filling her painfully