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  His mouth opened and then closed. His nostrils flared as he exhaled. ‘Yes,’ he said with carefully controlled quietness. ‘In this situation I will do whatever it takes to get what I need from you.’

  This time her jaw dropped. ‘I don’t see that there’s anything I can do—’

  ‘But you don’t see everything, do you?’ he said sharply. ‘You don’t know.’

  ‘Then tell me.’

  ‘We haven’t the time to waste—’

  ‘Then put me in chains,’ she snapped. ‘That’s the only way you’ll get me to leave with you.’

  Her defiance shocked her. She’d never stood up to anyone so overtly. She worked hard and did as she was told—kept out of trouble and tried to stay invisible to men. But the arrogance of this man was bringing out a side she’d not known she had. Not a good one.

  Determinedly she held his stare—and something flickered in his green eyes. She realised he was imagining it—her in chains—and he was enjoying the vision. The heat swamping her now was intolerable, and she dragged in a searing breath as wayward nerves deep within her body fizzed into life.

  But suddenly he straightened, and in a blink that cold hostility returned to his expression.

  ‘I need your help with a personal matter,’ he said irritably. ‘That is all I am prepared to discuss while we are in a public place. Does that satisfy your safety concerns?’

  She was lost for words. How could she possibly help him with a personal matter?

  His gaze narrowed. ‘Have I given you reason not to trust me?’

  ‘I don’t trust anyone,’ she answered honestly.

  Not intimately. And she certainly didn’t trust him. King Giorgos had a good reputation—he was serious, intense, and it was known that he worked hard and long hours—but that edginess he carried, and the unexpected, unexplained demand he was making...

  Her body was sending out all kinds of chaos signals—the shivers down her spine, the speed of her pulse, the breathlessness, the heat. Maybe she was coming down with something. But, no, in her gut she didn’t trust anyone—not him, and now she was beginning not to trust herself.

  His smile was slow and not very reassuring. ‘No doubt you have your reasons.’

  Of course she did. ‘Several,’ she replied coldly.

  He offered nothing more than a dismissive shrug. ‘Regardless of your hesitation, we need to leave.’

  She shook her head. ‘I have to finish my shift.’

  ‘Leaving a few minutes early will make little difference. Your manager has already been informed.’

  Shocked, she stared up at him, registering his planning. He hadn’t come to the hospital to visit patients and to spread cheer.

  ‘I came here for you.’ He quietly confirmed her thinking. ‘And I’m not leaving without you. If I have to get my security team to forcibly remove you, then that’s what I will do.’

  ‘No, you won’t,’ she challenged him—because this she did know. ‘You care too much about what people think.’

  King Giorgos was remote and dignified and there’d never been a breath of scandal about him. He was Giorgos the Perfect, while his sister was Eleni the Pure.

  He blinked rapidly. ‘I beg your pardon?’

  ‘You’re the hard-working, serious King who can do no wrong.’

  ‘You do realise you’re insulting that “hard-working, serious King” to his face?’

  ‘Because he is doing wrong. You can’t make me go with you.’

  ‘I can—because this is too important. We are leaving,’ he ordered. ‘Walk with me now.’

  ‘You’re serious?’

  He took another step closer—a shade too far into her personal space. ‘Are you going to make me get the chains? Because if that’s really what you want, then of course I wouldn’t dream of disappointing a lady.’

  His sneer was mortifying. That humiliating blush burned again. She hadn’t meant it about the chains, yet here he was implying that she was doing this only to...to flirt? She never flirted.

  What was wrong with her? This man made all the rules—he owned the nation...his face was on the currency—and she was snapping at him like some schoolgirl with an immature crush.

  ‘Of course not.’ She avoided his eyes and muttered contritely, ‘I’ll just get my bag and then we can leave.’

  She was startled when he kept pace with her as she went into the small office.

  ‘Why are you following me?’

  ‘I’m not giving you a chance to hide anything or any time alone to contact him.’

  Contact who? She stared at him uncomprehendingly.

  ‘Just get your things,’ he muttered.

  It finally dawned on her that this had to be a case of mistaken identity—he’d confused her with someone else and there was nothing she could help him with. She was nobody. She did nothing but work at the hospital and then go home to read up about more work. But she’d go with his assistant now and they’d soon realise she wasn’t the person the King sought. Then they’d bring her back here and all would be forgotten.

  Reassured by this reasoning, Kassie grabbed her satchel and slung the strap over her shoulder.

  She almost had to run to keep pace with him moving through the hospital. He’d lost patience and wasn’t slow. She stepped into the sleek black car idling right outside the back entrance. To her surprise King Giorgos walked around and got into the seat on the other side.

  ‘I thought I was going with your assistant?’ she said. She’d been looking forward to a quick resolution.

  He directed a quelling look at her as the car glided off, taking them away. ‘Do you ever stop questioning?’

  ‘Not when there’s this much to be questioned. Where are you taking me? And why?’

  ‘I’m the one who has the questions, Ms Marron.’

  The edge in his tone forced her to regard him directly. Something lurked in the back of his eyes—a streak of wildness that surprised her.

  But it wasn’t entirely a surprise. From what she’d seen of him at a distance—in the news and on the television—King Giorgos had always appeared to her like a wild man forced into refined clothes. It wasn’t that he wasn’t civilised—of course he was—but it was as if he might break free from the polished uniform at any moment. He was too elemental to be contained.

  Idiot.

  She scoffed at her wayward thinking. She was just unused to a man his size. He was taller than average, with a powerful set to his extremely broad shoulders. Lean and muscled, his physique and demeanour were imposing. And this close she could see his hair was a little bit too long, and a faint edge of stubble showed on his jaw, adding to the impression of edginess—of a man chafing at his constraints. And right now he was clearly inwardly struggling to contain a fierce emotion.

  But the thought that King Giorgos might be struggling with latent rebelliousness was pure imagination. This was King Giorgos. The man had been King since his late teens—earnest and capable beyond his years. Yet suddenly all she could do was think about that streak of wildness and the size of his muscular thighs and the promise of physical power...

  What was wrong with her? She swallowed, but it didn’t ease the dryness in her throat.

  She realised that he was silently scrutinising her as much as she was him. But he had that hostility in his eyes again, and a moody set to his jaw. His whole positioning was tense. Something was off. Something was wrong. And she had no idea how she was supposed to help.

  ‘Is it Princess Eleni?’ she asked softly.

  He sat very still. ‘What makes you say that?’

  ‘She missed her visit today. She never misses her visits.’

  He watched her...waiting. Something swirled in the atmosphere between them. The luxurious car suddenly felt cramped—as if she were too close to him, as if he could see into her mind. She felt compelled
to fill the silence—anything to deflect this pull she felt, pushing her nearer to him.

  ‘She was unwell last week,’ she added, licking her dry lips.

  ‘Unwell in what way?’

  Foreboding slithered down her spine at the ice in his voice.

  ‘She was dizzy. She said she’d had a bug recently.’ She frowned as she swallowed again. ‘Is she okay?’

  If she wasn’t then the King ought to be summoning a doctor, not a physiotherapist.

  ‘Did anyone else notice that she was unwell?’ he asked. ‘Did anyone ask about her?’

  Kassie shook her head—then froze. Damon, her half-brother, had appeared just after the Princess had walked away. He’d asked her who she’d been talking to. Now she thought about it, Damon had been too curious—and stunned when he’d learned the Princess’s identity. Why had he been so surprised?

  ‘Ms Marron?’ the King prompted.

  Chills whipped across her skin, chafing where heat had burned only moments ago. Perhaps this wasn’t a case of mistaken identity. Perhaps there was something very wrong. She barely knew her half-brother, Damon, but she wasn’t about to throw him under a bus. Not until she understood exactly what was going on.

  King Giorgos’s expression hardened as she remained silent. He knew she was holding something back. How did he know that?

  ‘You attended a ball at the palace a few weeks ago,’ he said coldly.

  ‘Yes.’ There was no point in lying—but she didn’t need to offer any more information than necessary, right?

  ‘Why?’

  Her heart thumped. ‘It was for charity. For the hospital.’

  ‘But you didn’t go with the hospital staff. You attended as the guest of someone else.’

  She hadn’t been one of the lucky staff to win a lottery invitation, but Damon had taken her—the only thing she’d let herself take from the half-brother she’d met only a few months before. Damon had seemed preoccupied when they’d left the ball, but she’d been too deep in thought herself to notice much; she didn’t really know him well enough to ask if he was okay. She should have asked.

  But then Damon had asked that random question—more than once. ‘Did you see that woman in the blue wig and black mask? Do you know who she is?’

  Kassie hadn’t even seen who he’d meant—there’d been plenty of women in wigs...it had been a masquerade ball, after all. It could have been anyone, right? But not Princess Eleni. Everyone knew that the Princess hadn’t attended the ball that night because she’d been unwell with a migraine.

  But once more Kassie remembered the look of utter astonishment on Damon’s face when he’d learned that Princess Eleni was the visitor he’d overheard at the hospital that day a few weeks later.

  ‘You see my sister every week. I hear she likes to talk to you?’

  She hadn’t answered King Giorgos’s earlier question. She realised now he hadn’t needed her to because he already knew. Just as he already knew the answer to this question too.

  ‘I take her on her tour of the ward, yes.’

  ‘And when she was unwell last week...?’

  ‘She didn’t stay. No one else was aware she was unwell.’ None of the other staff, nor the other patients.

  ‘No one?’ he pressed, astute and seeking. ‘What aren’t you telling me?’

  She panicked, desperate to deflect his questioning. ‘Your sister might put up with your bullying, but I’m not going to.’

  He stiffened. ‘That’s what she told you? That I bully her?’

  She couldn’t hold his scorching gaze, and was unable to lie. ‘No. I never spoke with her about anything personal. She never mentioned you.’

  Her foolish eyes had minds of their own and they couldn’t resist looking into his again. He kept watching her, and suddenly nothing else seemed to register or matter. Nothing but this moment in which the world tilted, shifting something within her. Something deep and profound and frightening.

  She forced herself to glance away, but he reached out and touched her chin, drawing her gaze back to his. There was no veil over his expression now. He was lethally, icily angry.

  ‘Tell me everything you know,’ he ordered.

  ‘Or what?’ That deep curl of fear forced the defiance from her—a primitive instinct to hold him at bay even though she knew it was rude, perhaps wrong. ‘You’re going to torture me?’

  ‘It’s a tempting thought,’ he muttered. ‘And you seem to like the idea of chains. But I can think of a better way to extract the information I need.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘A more fitting way.’

  She couldn’t breathe. His words—his promise—sucked all the air from her lungs.

  The opening of the car door startled her. Only then did she realise that they were inside the palace grounds. The large iron gates had automatically closed behind them. Locking her in.

  ‘Come into my palace,’ he demanded, curtly exiting the car to stalk ahead of her.

  ‘Said the spider to the fly...’ she muttered beneath her breath in annoyance at his peremptory tone and total lack of manners.

  He stopped walking and spun so quickly she almost bumped into him from behind. Damn, it seemed the man had supersonic hearing.

  ‘You think I’m going to make you my prisoner?’ he asked, so softly that all illusions of her personal safety were shattered.

  King Giorgos was pure predator and she’d never felt in so much danger. Nor had she ever felt such primitive exhilaration.

  Suddenly she wanted to sprint from him. Instead, as always, she froze.

  ‘You think I’m going to eat you?’ he added with the slightest huskiness.

  It wasn’t the sexual innuendo that shocked her but her sudden sensual response to it. Another of those incredible flushes burned her at the blatant carnality of his taunt.

  ‘I think I’m right to be wary.’ She pushed the words past the croak in her throat.

  ‘Because you’re guilty as sin?’

  Kassie squared her shoulders and made herself look directly into his shadowed, judging eyes. ‘What exactly is it you think I’m guilty of?’

  Copyright © 2018 by Natalie Anderson

  ISBN-13: 9781488083693

  Bound by Their Scandalous Baby

  First North American publication 2018

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