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withdrew his hand from the vulnerable curve of her neck, and dropped it to the seat. Strictly business, he had to remember that, focus on the ultimate goal, buying the subsidiary he needed. That was what mattered here.
    The car eased to a stop beneath the hotel’s portico.
    As the doorman opened his door Logan saw a posse of photographers standing in waiting. “See you tomorrow, ma chérie. ”
    â€œDon’t—”
    He touched a finger to her lips, then replaced the finger with his mouth, felt her soft, made-for-kissing lips part with a yielding gasp of surprise. So much more mobile than when she was arguing with him.
    He didn’t have time to savor the taste or feel of her before he lifted his head. “Five seconds.” Or thereabouts. He’d lost count after one second but had definitely kept it short. “Short enough for you? I’ll work on the getting-you-to-beg-for-more kisses later.”
    He exited the car, waved to the photographers and strolled into the hotel.

Five
    T he tower clock chimed the hour as Rebecca stepped into the blue room at the palace and stopped. Logan, his back to her, stood in front of the window that overlooked the manicured gardens.
    She’d had time to gather her thoughts after their…encounters on the steps of the plane and in the car. And she knew he was toying with her. Yes, he was more experienced than she was, but she was no fool.
    Slowly, he turned and they surveyed each other. He wore an expertly tailored tuxedo that highlighted a physique that needed no highlighting. The change, after the jeans and T-shirts of the past week, was an intriguing, almost breath-stealing contrast. If she were the sort to have her breath stolen.
    As if in defiance of the refinement of the tux, his bow tie dangled untied around his neck and a five o’clockshadow darkened his jaw. He didn’t look like any man she’d ever dated.
    Or any man she’d ever known.
    A raw masculinity always lurked beneath the surface.
    He dominated the room, seeming to dwarf the antique furnishings, making them look flimsy and overly ornate. But it was more than just his size—he had a presence, a sheer force of will that cloaked him. He would never blend in or fade into the background as some people did. She’d once walked in on Eduardo in this same room and taken far too long to realize he was even in it.
    Yet she couldn’t let Logan exercise that will on her or she’d find herself trampled. Most people kept their distance from her, and she relied on that fact. Logan seemed to want to push boundaries. It was in his nature. But now that he’d made her aware of that with his kisses, she was better prepared to deal with him. The kisses had caught her off guard. That was the only reason she’d found herself responding, almost…wanting. His arm, powerful yet gentle as he’d swept it around her shoulders, pulling her to him, against him, had made her feel—
    â€œPrincess.” Logan nodded.
    Her thoughts snapped back to the present and the decision she’d made to maintain her distance from him, to show him she was in control of herself, at least. She’d quickly realized she’d never have a hope of exercising any control over Logan. “Are you always going to call me that?” She hated the formality of that label coming from him, carrying, as she knew it did, his unflattering sentiments on royalty.
    â€œI thought you’d ruled out Sweet Thing and Punkin?”
    She met the challenge in his dark gaze. “I was thinking Rebecca might do.”
    â€œOr Becs or Becky?”
    â€œOr just Rebecca,” she said, patiently refusing to react.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œNo?”
    â€œIt’s not right. I’m not sure what is. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
    â€œHow can you tell me my name’s not right and that you’ll let me know when you figure out what is? It’s my name. Who are