A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (4 page)

The sweet scent of honey and salty air hit him in the face. Matt bit back a curse as his hands itched to grab her. He wanted to kiss her, push her up against the nearest wall and do more than just let his eyes enjoy the sight of her body. He dug his nails into his palm to stop from doing just that.

The rest of the walk to her rooms involved him fighting the erection in his pants and her shooting him curious glances over her shoulder, bared in that damn strapless dress.

“Well, I’m here,” she announced when they reached her rooms. “Thanks, Matt.”

He bowed his head. “Of course, princess. I will see you in the morning.”

“You really can sleep in a bit,” she told him. “No need getting up so early on my account.”

“Everything I do will be on your account, princess,” he reminded. “It’s my job now. Goodnight, my lady.” He took a step back and let his eyes move slowly down her body until her cheeks flamed. She fumbled for the doorknob.

He didn’t turn away until the door closed securely and he heard the lock click home. The second he stepped away, his hands fidgeted against his leg and he cursed. Barely a day spent around that woman, and he knew she was going to be trouble. Naïve, that’s what she was, the most dangerous type of beauty. She didn’t even know what she did to him.

If he had to watch her tug on that damn earlobe one more time, he might not be able to keep his hands off her.

Chapter 3

Daphne punched her pillow again, trying to find a comfortable position, when her alarm sounded near her head. With a groan, she reached out to turn it off and burrowed deeper into the blankets. Too early. Way too early, as always, especially after a night when all she could do was toss and turn, those slate-grey eyes watching her every move.

The door to her main rooms swung open, and Marie called out a good morning to her, bright and chipper. “Ah, princess? Why are you still in bed? You have much to do today,” Marie scolded, bustling into the bedroom. She grabbed the curtains and threw them back, letting in the bright morning sun shining off the water. “It’s a good morning. The weather is perfect.”

“Course it is, and I’ll be stuck inside all day,” Daphne grumbled.

“Maybe not. You’ll have a chance to take a walk through the courtyard.”

The courtyard was not what Daphne had in mind, but she smiled anyway as she got out of bed, stretched, and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. Usually, she took a hot shower and filled the room with steam, but her sensuous dreams had been too arousing, so she turned the water to cold. Shivers ran down her back, but at least it cleared her head of any lingering thoughts of Matt and those slate eyes of his.

Out of all the other guys she’d seen or been introduced to as possible future husbands, none held so much raw emotion hidden away. The man hadn’t even smiled yet.

“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered to her reflection as she brushed her wet hair and pulled it up into a simple bun. “He’s just my bodyguard and nothing more.”

She pulled on a matching set of blue lace panties and bra and an off-white, v-neck, capped-sleeve top, and a skirt that swirled around her legs. After she snagged a pair of heels, Daphne left her bedroom, expecting to see Marie seated at the table as always. She did not expect to walk straight into a solid wall of muscle.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she muttered, trying to disentangle her heels from his jacket, which had snagged on his sleeve.

“No, princess, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Matt said stiffly, gripping her arms gently to set her to the side so he could walk around her. He didn’t speak again, but his hands twitched at his sides when his eyes lingered on her exposed cleavage.

Daphne’s face burned, and she turned away quickly, biting back the retort she wanted to throw at him, but it wouldn’t be very ladylike behavior. If he kept it up, she would say something, but a voice in the back of the mind said the attention wasn’t necessarily unwanted.

“Coffee for you, my lady,” Marie said, picking up the carafe and filling Daphne’s mug.

“Thanks,” Daphne murmured as she sat down in the chair and slipped her heels on. She took the container of creamer and sugar. “Is everything in order for the meetings today?”

“Yes, I have the proposals sorted out in the first three folders and the rest of the notes are underneath with all the current research and the country’s capacity to fund the reforms,” Marie informed her. She picked up a muffin to set it on the plate in front of Daphne, but she waved it away.

When Marie scowled at her, Daphne sighed. “Fine, I’ll eat it.”

“You need to eat something,” Marie insisted. “You know how long these meetings can drag on.”

“I do, but that’s what the coffee is for,” she said as she picked up her mug and sipped the steaming brew. Matt shifted close by, and she shot him a quick glance. His frown was worse than Marie’s. “Something you would like to add, Matt?”

His eyes narrowed on her face and dipped down to her chest until she squirmed, then moved back up. “No. It’s not my place, my lady.”

Heat swelled in the most intimate places, shooting up her body, and she shifted in her chair, holding tightly to her mug. “You can talk. There’s no need to be a statue around me.”

“As you say, my lady,” he replied.

Daphne set her coffee down and tugged her ear as she turned her attention back to Marie to run through the rest of her day. Matt moved through her room, and she watched out of the corner of her eye. She listened with half an ear as Marie reviewed a few more of the notes for the proposals Daphne wanted to push through.

Each dealt with giving students the ability to travel abroad during their secondary educational years, trips that could count as college credit. Not many people had the opportunity to get off the island, including Daphne, but if they were going to keep up with the changing world, her people needed to expand their horizons. She would see to it they had the chance to do so. If only she could find a way to go with them and leave the island behind before it swallowed everything she wanted to be.

“My lady? Daphne, more coffee? And you haven’t eaten your muffin yet,” Marie pointed out.

“I will… There’s still some time,” Daphne assured her.

Marie raised her brow as she poured more coffee. “Of course, my lady. I will go about my duties, then, unless you need anything else?”

“No. Thanks, Marie,” Daphne said with a grin. Marie curtsied and left the princess alone with Matt. “Help yourself to coffee if you need it.”

He clasped his hands behind his back once he’d circled back to the table. “No, thank you, princess.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged. She rose and fetched the files from the table by the door and brought them back to flip through. For months, she’d torn apart the educational program of Apostolos, searching for the correct reformation.

She sipped her coffee absently, reading through her notes so everything was fresh in her mind. Matt hovered nearby, and though she didn’t look his way, the intensity of his gaze penetrated her mind all the same. Daphne thought of telling him to stop it, but her heart pounded and a strange need to be closer to him washed over her.

A strand of hair came loose from her bun, and she twirled it around her finger as her body turned so he could see more of her front, especially her chest. When she uncrossed her legs slowly, his whole body stiffened.

“We should be leaving soon, princess,” he said roughly.

“Of course,” she agreed, trying not to sound disappointed when he didn’t move closer. She shuffled all the papers together and gulped down the rest of her coffee when a shadow loomed over the table.

His hand pushed the plate with the muffin on it closer as she glanced up. He leaned over her shoulder. “You should eat something first, my lady.”

“I… uh, I don’t usually eat breakfast,” she whispered, her ability to speak louder gone.

“Perhaps you should take better care of yourself,” he growled.

She bristled and stood quickly, brushing past him as she stalked towards the door carrying her files. “I take care of myself, which is no concern of yours.”

“I’m your bodyguard,” he insisted. “I’m supposed to see to your safety, princess.”

Daphne pushed the loose strands of hair from her face and whipped around to find him barely a foot from her, his neck red as his frame towered over her. This close, she had a perfect view of his face—those damn cheekbones and that hard jawline. A scar she hadn’t noticed ran down the right side of his neck and disappeared beneath his collar. Her free hand stretched up as if to run her fingers along it, but they never reached it.

Matt’s hand closed with an iron grip around her wrist. “Don’t,” he bit out. His body moved in closer until she was pressed up against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she whispered.

“It’s fine,” he said but didn’t let go of her wrist. “It would be best if you didn’t try to get to know me, princess.”

“And why not? We’re going to be stuck with each other every day.” His fingers twitched against her wrist, but he didn’t release her. She licked her lips slowly, the hardness of his body pushed against her breasts.

He took a hurried step back. “You won’t like what you see, princess. We need to leave now or you’ll be late.”

He reached around her to open the door while Daphne struggled to steady her breathing. Last night, she thought she knew exactly who this man would turn out to be, but after this morning—sensing the heat from his body and the intensity in his powerful gaze—she realized she had no idea who guarded her. She straightened, readjusted the folders under her arm, and stepped out into the hall, leaving Matt to follow.

Once she sat through the meetings, she’d let her mind go back to Matt and who he was beneath the suit. And the scars.

***

The meeting stretched on through the first hour and then the second, but Matt remained at his post against the wall behind Daphne’s chair. She sat at the head of the table, listening to the ten heads of parliament. Their duty was to fine-tune proposals before they were put before the full parliament for a final say. Matt already didn’t like half of them, and from the way Daphne tugged her ear every few seconds, she didn’t either. He hid a smirk when she blew out a breath and interrupted a woman who looked vaguely familiar to Matt.

“Thank you, Agnes, but if you’ll remember, we decided to not pass that particular law,” Daphne explained. “It allows too much leniency on imports and exports on the island’s docks.”

“Yes, but with the way it is now, we limit incoming goods,” Agnes argued from the other end of the table. She tapped her pen anxiously on the tabletop and leaned back in her chair. “There are those on this island who want to move our laws forward with the times. Dion assured me you were on board with such ideas.”

Daphne’s entire posture changed, and Matt shifted with her. “I am, of course, on board with reforming many of our laws, but not when they put the safety of this island and its occupants at risk.”

Agnes frowned as several others at the table muttered.

“We will come back to that issue at another time. I would ask now that you look over the second proposal on the table,” Daphne said and rearranged the papers before her.

Matt moved further down the wall until he had a clearer view of her face. After the incident in her rooms, he should’ve tried to keep his distance, but he was drawn to her with each subtle movement. She’d been so close to touching the scar on his neck, but at the last second, he’d stopped it. If she touched him like that, he wasn’t sure he could control himself. She was attractive and anything but a witless shut-in, but definitely not worth the risk if he tried to sleep with her.

“Now, these new reforms would take place over five years so we can find the correct funding and ensure it’s done correctly,” Daphne said confidently. “If you look through the notes, I have laid out several possible plans that could work.”

“They should be ready to go by the time you take the throne, princess,” one of the men at the table said with a grin.

When Matt looked at Daphne, another fake smile covered her face. Her eyes remained focused on the papers before her and her demeanor shifted. No one else noticed, but Matt did. He was not prepared for this woman sitting at the head of the table.

She was a strong woman struggling with something no one else bothered to see beyond the smile. His curiosity grew as the meeting continued and she dealt with the others and their doubts better than many diplomats he’d watched. Her parents had taught her well in the ways of politics. Too bad she knew nothing of what she could do to a man with one look.

“Well, then,” Daphne said another hour later, “I think we should finish up for today. I’m sure you all have other matters to attend to.”

They stood as one, each telling Daphne “good day” before exiting the room, leaving her alone in her chair at the head of the table. Matt took a step towards the door until he realized she hadn’t gotten out of her chair yet. Her head hanging, she looked defeated, exhausted, and he scowled at her.

“May I speak?” he asked quietly.

She nodded without lifting her head. “I already told you that once.”

He ignored that and stepped closer. “You need to eat. Should I call to have something brought to you here?”