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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