The Prince Who Charmed Her. Fiona McArthur

fact, to his discomfort, the desire for Kiki back in his arms, and most assuredly in his bed, was growing stronger by the second.

      Perhaps he should have stepped out of the lift on his own after all. But how was that going to help his predicament?

      The lift doors opened again and he extended his arm against the doors to hold them. ‘After you.’

      ‘Are you? Not again, I hope,’ she muttered, and he had to bite back the smile.

      This was the woman who had captured his attention over that long-ago week. With her tiny rebellions that always startled him out of his self-assurance, the rapier wit that amused him with its irreverence, the unpredictability of Kiki with the crazy name and so alluring body.

      He was in trouble. But, then again, so was she.