Resisting Alexandre (Knight Security 0.5) Read Free

impressive package nestled between his thighs, before he set about ravishing the naked woman tied to his bed.
    The image instantly made Stazzi’s legs feel weak and sent every other thought out of her head, and she could only stare at him as Daniel made the introductions, her mouth slightly agape, nipples perked in arousal, and a sudden rush of heat moistening between her thighs.
    Lust at first sight.
    What the hell…?
    She was a twenty-seven-year-old woman poised on the edge of an engagement and marriage. She shouldn’t be having lustful thoughts about any man but Will.
    That might be true, but she was also a woman. And almost being an engaged woman didn’t make her blind.
    Stazzi gave herself a mental shake as she realized she couldn’t just continue to stand there staring at him; otherwise, the drool might actually start to dribble unattractively down her chin.
    “Your Highness,” she greeted him shakily, deciding it might be better if she didn’t attempt a curtsey. She wasn’t sure her knees would support her when she tried to straighten. Instead, she held out her hand.
    Which Prince Alexandre instantly took into the warmth of his much larger one, sending a sizzle of awareness up Stazzi’s arm and into her already tingling breasts. Her blue silk blouse and the lace bra she wore beneath it suddenly felt uncomfortably constrictive, the black jacket of her business suit uncomfortably hot.
    “Anastazia.” Even his voice was made for sex, low, with a hint of gravel, along with heat and sensuality.
    The same heat that now flooded between her thighs as the prince lifted her hand to press those chiseled—warm—lips against her knuckles. All the time, that dark green gaze held hers captive.
    It was as if there were only the two of them in the hallway. No Daniel watching them with amusement. No Gerard St Sebastien frowning his disapproval. No expressionless bodyguards.
    Bodyguards.
    Because the man still holding her hand was a prince.
    “Stazzi,” she corrected distractedly, removing her hand from his.
    His head tilted as he studied her with those intense green eyes for several long seconds. “I prefer Anastazia,” he finally dismissed.
    As if that was the end of the subject. Which it probably was. This man was a prince, Stazzi reminded herself self-derisively. Absolute ruler of his own island and everyone who lived on it. And her too, for the length of his stay at the Meyers Hotel.
    If she still had a job after tonight. The fact that Daniel was smiling told her the prince hadn’t mentioned her email to him yet, but she couldn’t count on that continuing to be the case.
    Talking of which… “Mr. St Sebastien.” She turned to greet the man standing at the prince’s side. The same man who had sent her all those previous emails over the past two weeks.
    It was easy to tell the two men were related, Gerard St Sebastien a pale imitation of his cousin; his eyes were hazel rather than green, his hair brown instead of blue-black, his features less chiseled, and he stood an inch or two shorter than the other man too.
    He also had a very limp handshake. A reluctant handshake that told Stazzi he would rather not have to touch her at all, but politeness dictated he should.
    “I’ll now leave you in Stazzi’s very capable hands.” Daniel smiled at the prince before giving Stazzi a brief nod and stepping back into the lift to return to the ground floor.
    Stazzi avoided looking at the prince. “May I introduce Adrian and Grant.” She turned to smile at the two hotel employees who had accompanied her. “They will be responsible for taking care of all your needs twenty-four-seven and are answerable directly to me, so if there’s anything—”
    “I want you.”
    Stazzi’s mouth went dry and her cheeks burned as the prince spoke to her in that voice of gravel and sex. He wanted her. What on earth—
    “By all means, Adrian and Grant may take care of Gerard and my men.” He smiled at the two hotel employees behind