Patrick had never mentioned that he was from this part of the world. He had spent the last several years in London and Samantha had assumed that with his British accent, he was from England. Now she realized that the accent had been part of his fake persona, just as his claim of being an ordinary businessman had been. As soon as the plane had landed, Patrick’s accent had all but vanished and was replaced with one much more sinister.
Without a word, he walked over to the drawn curtain and closed it. The room was cast in a dark shadow and Samantha watched as Patrick came toward her. The closer he came, the more distant he seemed to her. He undid the ropelike belt from around his waist and allowed the princely garment to fall to the floor. The familiarity of Patrick’s naked body put Samantha somewhat at ease. She reached out to him, but he took her hands and led her backward to the elegant bed. The powerful prince turned her head toward him and planted a lingering kiss on her lips. He voraciously devoured her mouth with hard passionate French kisses, causing Samantha to fall under his spell once again.
“Where is your passport?”
“Your passport…where is it?”
Samantha wiggled out of his embrace and turned to her side. Patrick would not allow her to face him. He walked behind her and forced her into the bedroom. “Where is your passport?”
He pushed her aside and went directly for her purse.
“Patrick, stop!” Snatching the purse from him, nearly breaking the straps, she fell and landed on her butt.
He stood over her in a threatening manner, and demanded her passport.
“No, Patrick. I need it.”
“When I want you to have it, you will have it, but not before.”
“Why are you doing this?”