Free His Royal Prize by Katherine Garbera Page A

Malcolm’s office by that attorney of his, Edmond. Is that an odd occurrence?”
    “Do you know Edmond?” Geoff asked, surprised.
    “I know of him,” she replied. “He’s one of my mother’s friend’s lawyers.”
    Geoff didn’t want to talk about his brothers, but he couldn’t continue to ignore her question. “It was the first time we’d met in person.”
    “That’s odd. Why?”
    “I’m not sure exactly. My mother is very sensitive to the subject of Malcolm’s other sons, so I never brought up anything about them.”
    She turned in his arms to face him. “I’m sorry.”
    “Why?”
    “Because that means you had no brothers to share with, to tell what was going on in your life. I don’t imagine you had a close confidant as I did in Bebe.”
    “I had my half sisters eventually,” he said. “I have a good life.”
    “I know. But you still missed out on that ideal childhood that everyone craves.”
    “Everyone?”
    “Yes, we all pretend it doesn’t matter that we didn’t have our parents’ attention but we all know it does. Our crazy childhoods shaped us into the adults we are.”
    She was wise, this sexy little heiress of his. He kissed her to get her mind out of the past and back in the present. He didn’t want to admit that she might be right. He didn’t want to give Malcolm any more control over his life than the man already had.
    And when he had a naked Amelia in his arms he wanted to be focused on her and he wanted her attention on him. “I’m tired of talking.”
    “What do you want to do?” she asked, wrapping those long fingers around his head and pulling him down for a long, lingering kiss.
    “I have a few ideas,” he said in a growl.
    “Do you?”
    “Indeed,” he said. “Why don’t you show me your bedroom?”
    He wrapped a warm towel around her and picked her up again, carrying her into the bedroom. He set her on the center of the bed and came down on top of her.

Six
    G eoff woke to the sound of his mobile phone ringing. He reached for the device on his bedside table and hit a glass of water that spilled everywhere. He jerked upright in bed.
    He was at Amelia’s. She had propped herself up on one arm and was staring at him through a mass of tangled curly hair. Her lips were swollen and the sheet fell to her waist, baring her breasts. He forgot about the ringing phone and the water. Instead, he reached forward and touched her, running his finger down the centerline of her body and around her breasts.
    “You’re gorgeous.”
    She blushed and he saw that the color started just above her breasts and went up over her face. He leaned down to kiss her when his mobile phone started ringing again.
    “Get that,” she said in an amused tone.
    He reached for his phone. “I spilled some water.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” she said.
    He had managed not to knock the water over onto his phone. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was his mother.
    “Hi, Mum.”
    “Geoff, we need to talk.”
    “Is it about the party? I already spoke to Caro. No one is going to follow me to Hampshire. The paparazzi are content to follow Henry around—he’s the one who lives a life worthy of their headlines.”
    “Not anymore, darling. Have you seen The Sun today?”
    “No,” he said. “I don’t normally read it.” If his mother was asking about the paper, that could only mean one thing. “Is there a picture of Caro and that footballer she’s dating?”
    “No, Geoff, there isn’t. There’s a photo of you with Amelia Munroe. And I have to say you are giving them a lot to talk about.”
    “Mum—”
    “Don’t. Don’t say anything. You can’t justify your actions by saying that a girl like that is used to the attention.”
    “I wouldn’t say that.”
    “Good. Because even socialites have feelings, Geoff. Every woman deserves to be treated with respect. Are you going to see her again?”
    “Mum, I don’t want to discuss this with you.”
    “Are you still at her