Tyler lay back on the bed in total shock. Zak Prince, the golden boy of the big screen, had just very thoroughly kissed her.
Not the best move he had ever made in his life, Zak rebuked himself. First and foremost Tyler was a reporter—and reporters, in his experience, were after only one thing: a story.
Something he had just given her in spades!
Somehow, and he wasn’t quite sure how, he was going to have to take a step backwards—no, several steps backwards. He groaned inwardly as he remembered the softness of Tyler’s breasts beneath that little tee shirt. She had felt so good, her skin like velvet to the touch, her lips soft and responsive beneath his.
But of course she had been responsive, he acknowledged with self-disgust. Claiming that he had seduced her during this week’s interview would be the icing on the cake as far as any female reporter was concerned!
THE PRINCE BROTHERS
Enter the glamorous world of these gorgeous men…
Enter the glamorous world of the movies when you read
about the love lives of the celebrity Prince brothers, owners of the prestigious company PrinceMovies.
Each brother is super-successful in his field:
Arrogant, forceful and determined, the oldest, Nik, is a movie director.
Enjoy his story in
PRINCE’S PASSION
October 2005
A former bad boy, Zak is now a world-famous actor,
known for being a charming rogue.
Meet him in
PRINCE’S PLEASURE
November 2005
And the youngest, Rik, is a screenwriter who’s more reserved than his brothers, but very charming.
You can read about his life in
PRINCE’S LOVE-CHILD
January 2006
Prince’s Pleasure
Carole Mortimer
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘WHY was I under the impression you were a man?’ Zak’s mouth tightened as he stared at the woman standing outside his hotel suite.
Her brows rose over eyes so deep a brown they were like smooth melted chocolate. ‘I have no idea, why were you?’ she retorted.
He scowled, knowing exactly who was responsible for his erroneous impression. ‘My brother Nik had something to do with it, I suspect!’
‘Do I look like a man?’ the woman teased.
In a word—no!
But, then, Zak hadn’t known what she was going to look like, had he? He had simply been informed by Nik that he had agreed, on Zak’s behalf, for a reporter named Tyler Wood to spend a week with him doing an exclusive interview. Nik, with his usual arrogance, had forgotten to mention that the reporter was young, beautiful, and female!
‘Not in the least,’ Zak allowed dryly, not knowing who he was angrier with, his brother, or this beautiful woman. ‘Nik also forgot to mention that you’re American.’ He frowned, knowing he was going to find it much harder to keep a fellow countrywoman at a distance than he would have the typical English male hack he had been expecting.
Tyler Wood shrugged. ‘Obviously your brother is a man of few words.’
Obviously.
And Zak hated being wrong-footed, damn it!
Despite the fact that Tyler Wood was dressed in green combat trousers, and a fitted black tee shirt, her short dark hair moussed into the spiky asexual style that was the fashion at the moment, there was no way she could be mistaken for anything other than female. Those mesmerizing long-lashed dark eyes apart, she had beautiful gamine features, with a small, snub nose and full, pouting lips, and her petite five foot two frame was definitely that of a woman, the trousers resting low on curvaceous hips, her breasts full—and obviously braless!—beneath the clinging material of her tee shirt.
‘What’s an American doing working for an English newspaper?’ Zak was curious, knowing there were more than enough newspapers and journals in America to keep a reporter busy, without going to the trouble of crossing the Atlantic.
Tyler Wood stared at him for several minutes before answering rather casually, ‘The same as an American actor in England, I suspect—working. Do you think I might come in?’ she added pointedly.
Zak was aware that he couldn’t keep her standing outside in the hotel corridor all morning, but he was still acclimatizing himself to the fact that the reporter