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patches of pink skin showing through their dense, smooth coats.
Their offspring were in constant demand and commanded ridiculously high prices, but Alexandra never sold her “babies” to anyone who wasn’t a connoisseur of fine horseflesh. If the prospective buyers weren’t going to pamper them the way she did, then they weren’t going to own them.
Her betrothed, apparently, was just such a connoisseur. Figuratively, he was practically drooling over her horse. She was amused. She was relieved. Though it was going to kill her to do it, she just might be able to buy him off with Prince Mischa. Of course, she would offer one of her mares or geldings first. All of her breeding stock and their offspring were of superior quality. But from the looks of the man, he was already in love with Prince Mischa.
Alexandra dismounted, and just to be sure she hadn’t made a mistake in identifying her betrothed, she demanded, loud enough for the entire group to hear her, “Which one of you is Vasili Petroff?”
Vasili turned from his examination of the large country house and eyed the—female? He wasn’t quite sure until his gaze dropped to a prime pair of breasts that actually widened the opening of the old woolen coat she was wearing. It was a shame the britches were so baggy, but the skin-hugging boots revealed nicely shaped calves.
He was attracted, no doubt about it. Breasts like those always did the trick for him. But there was more, for she had quite lovely features, too, flawless skin that still retained asummer tan, which attested to her peasant origins—no lady would expose herself to that much sun—with high cheekbones presently pinkened by the wind and a slim, straight nose that seemed too fine, almost aristocratic.
Her mouth was luscious, full, provocative, nearly as tempting as those breasts. The stubborn lift of her small chin was disconcerting, but could be ignored. What he could see of her hair beneath the fur hat that covered her head was almost lighter than her tanned skin. The nicely curved brows were darker, though, a light brown, and the long, thick lashes that surrounded almond-shaped eyes were darker still, making for a very arresting, exotic combination.
Perhaps his short stay here wouldn’t be completely unpleasant after all, Vasili decided, and he was grinning by the time he said, “That would be me, sweetheart. And who might you be?”
Alexandra’s eyes left the dark-haired man, who had barely spared her a glance at her question, and swung to the one who had just spoken. So she had made a mistake…
The thought deserted her, along with every other one in her head. Her eyes grew enormous. Her mouth dropped open. She forgot about breathing. And her stomach felt as if it were trying to drop to her feet.
Time passed without her noticing it, until finally she was drawing in a starved breath just before she turned blue. She turned bright crimson instead. Her cheeks had to be givingoff smoke. And his grin widened at her reaction to him. Was it shock? Was that what had just made a fool of her? And still was, for she still couldn’t seem to find her tongue. It must be shock, but then no one had ever warned her that men could look like this one.
He was golden all over, hair of molten gold that curled softly over his temples and ears, tawny-gold skin, honey-gold eyes. He was absolutely beautiful, but it was a masculine beauty, with features perfectly symmetrical: lean cheeks, a straight, aquiline nose, thick, slashing brows, strong chin, and well-shaped lips that were entirely too sensual. The combination was mesmerizing.
But somehow Alexandra managed to pull her stunned senses together. He was Vasili Petroff? She was supposed to marry him? God, what a joke. Marry a man more beautiful than she was? Not in this century, she wouldn’t.
Now that her mind was working again, she recalled her plan and she marched over to him, belatedly noting that he was tall, a good six feet tall. And his knee-length,
Their offspring were in constant demand and commanded ridiculously high prices, but Alexandra never sold her “babies” to anyone who wasn’t a connoisseur of fine horseflesh. If the prospective buyers weren’t going to pamper them the way she did, then they weren’t going to own them.
Her betrothed, apparently, was just such a connoisseur. Figuratively, he was practically drooling over her horse. She was amused. She was relieved. Though it was going to kill her to do it, she just might be able to buy him off with Prince Mischa. Of course, she would offer one of her mares or geldings first. All of her breeding stock and their offspring were of superior quality. But from the looks of the man, he was already in love with Prince Mischa.
Alexandra dismounted, and just to be sure she hadn’t made a mistake in identifying her betrothed, she demanded, loud enough for the entire group to hear her, “Which one of you is Vasili Petroff?”
Vasili turned from his examination of the large country house and eyed the—female? He wasn’t quite sure until his gaze dropped to a prime pair of breasts that actually widened the opening of the old woolen coat she was wearing. It was a shame the britches were so baggy, but the skin-hugging boots revealed nicely shaped calves.
He was attracted, no doubt about it. Breasts like those always did the trick for him. But there was more, for she had quite lovely features, too, flawless skin that still retained asummer tan, which attested to her peasant origins—no lady would expose herself to that much sun—with high cheekbones presently pinkened by the wind and a slim, straight nose that seemed too fine, almost aristocratic.
Her mouth was luscious, full, provocative, nearly as tempting as those breasts. The stubborn lift of her small chin was disconcerting, but could be ignored. What he could see of her hair beneath the fur hat that covered her head was almost lighter than her tanned skin. The nicely curved brows were darker, though, a light brown, and the long, thick lashes that surrounded almond-shaped eyes were darker still, making for a very arresting, exotic combination.
Perhaps his short stay here wouldn’t be completely unpleasant after all, Vasili decided, and he was grinning by the time he said, “That would be me, sweetheart. And who might you be?”
Alexandra’s eyes left the dark-haired man, who had barely spared her a glance at her question, and swung to the one who had just spoken. So she had made a mistake…
The thought deserted her, along with every other one in her head. Her eyes grew enormous. Her mouth dropped open. She forgot about breathing. And her stomach felt as if it were trying to drop to her feet.
Time passed without her noticing it, until finally she was drawing in a starved breath just before she turned blue. She turned bright crimson instead. Her cheeks had to be givingoff smoke. And his grin widened at her reaction to him. Was it shock? Was that what had just made a fool of her? And still was, for she still couldn’t seem to find her tongue. It must be shock, but then no one had ever warned her that men could look like this one.
He was golden all over, hair of molten gold that curled softly over his temples and ears, tawny-gold skin, honey-gold eyes. He was absolutely beautiful, but it was a masculine beauty, with features perfectly symmetrical: lean cheeks, a straight, aquiline nose, thick, slashing brows, strong chin, and well-shaped lips that were entirely too sensual. The combination was mesmerizing.
But somehow Alexandra managed to pull her stunned senses together. He was Vasili Petroff? She was supposed to marry him? God, what a joke. Marry a man more beautiful than she was? Not in this century, she wouldn’t.
Now that her mind was working again, she recalled her plan and she marched over to him, belatedly noting that he was tall, a good six feet tall. And his knee-length,
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