The Prince's Resistant Lover
Elizabeth Lennox - The Prince's Resistant Lover
The Prince's Resistant Lover
Wyndi Carmichael held her breath as the shockingly tall, scary man walked into the cheap, greasy restaurant down by the docks. He sat down at a table in her section, picked up the plastic covered menu and surveyed the options.
He definitely didn’t “fit” with the normal crowd that patronized this greasy spoon diner.
She watched him carefully, instantly suspicious as she wiped her hands nervously down the not-terribly-clean red apron tied around her waist. The man was tall and elegant, with a spooky sort of power emanating from him. His black eyes surveyed the restaurant like he owned it, as well as all of the other patrons. His hawk-like nose and straight jaw added more than a touch of danger to his appearance. There was no way he could be considered handsome, but he was crazy attractive. There was a raw edge to him that was… enticing – on many levels – which doubled his dangerous quality.
Wyndi approached his table warily, not sure what to expect. He was dressed too expensively to be in the same socioeconomic class as their normal customers and his eyes were almost restless, as if he were looking for someone. Or maybe waiting for someone?
She wasn’t sure. But he was in her station, so she walked over to his table. She couldn’t bring forth her normal smile, but she aimed for a semblance of polite instead of her normal, overt friendliness. She liked people, found them fascinating. Which was one of the reasons she was so good at her job. Her tips as a waitress were above the norm, but even on the rare occasions when she earned a higher than average tip, the amount wasn’t a whole lot. At this diner in this part of town, people didn’t make gobs of money like those on Wall Street. They didn’t wear the latest fashions and they definitely didn’t have wine with their meals. A beer was typical on payday, water the day before when money was tight.
So why was this guy – wearing a suit that probably cost more than the entire monthly income of the combined other patrons – sitting in a booth, looking expectantly in her direction?
Wyndi walked over to the table, pretending that her fingers weren’t trembling as she dug in her apron for her pen and order pad. “What would you like today?” she asked, standing farther away from his booth than she normally would. Generally, she rested a hip or thigh against the table, sort of connecting in a way to the diners. But this man was terrifying. His piercing gaze generated the sense of menacing power. His black eyes looked over at her – perhaps through her – assessing.
Tamar looked up and was startled to see the delicate features of a lovely creature looking back at him. Her blue eyes and thick blond curls were surprisingly beautiful. She had a wide mouth with sensuous lips that she was biting with her pretty, white teeth. But what caught his attention more were the frightened blue eyes looking back at him.
He normally didn’t have that effect on women. They flocked to him, inviting him to play the mating game. In his experience, most of them hoped it would land them an expensive trinket; the more ambitious sought the prestigious title of wife. This woman’s blue eyes were wary, as if she could sense the power he wielded and was afraid of it.
Why this lovely woman would be so nervous was a mystery, but he was intrigued. “What would you suggest?” he asked, fascinated by the flare of her irises and the catch in her breath. His body responded in kind, his mind considering all the ways in which he would like to bite that full, lower lip himself. Among other, delectable, parts of her body.
Wyndi noticed the flare of his nostrils, the heat emanating from those black, mysterious eyes and wanted to run away, to hide somewhere until this disturbing man was gone. He scared her right down to her bones, and she wasn’t one of those people who liked taunting danger or poking the bear. This man definitely couldn’t be considered a bear though. A lion, she thought with increasing shivers of awareness that she worked hard to suppress. It wasn’t that she thought he might know of her secret mission. As she looked into his eyes, she suspected that he might know everything else. Which was much, much worse.