Penelope and Prince Charming (Nvengaria #1)(127)

Under Alexander’s scowl, his lips formed the English words Who are you?

Before Meagan could answer, the vision tore away, and she then was once more sitting in her chemise at her dressing table, her body trembling and her mouth dry. The gold wire of the love charm shone in the candlelight.

Meagan was not soaking wet, nor in a marble bath chamber, nor making love to a wildly handsome man with sinful eyes. She stared at the talisman, still experiencing the sensation of Alexander’s hands on her body and his vast hardness pressing her open.

Meagan had never been intimate with a man—she’d known only rather chaste kisses from the one or two gentlemen she’d let corner her on ballroom terraces. The sheer carnality of the vision with Alexander of Nvengaria shook her from head to foot.

Her maid popped her head around the door. “Ready for your hair, miss?” Rose asked cheerily.

Meagan squeaked and jumped. She thrust the talisman out of sight, her heart banging, as Rose bustled inside, smiling and ready to serve her young miss.



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When Lord Featherstone’s majordomo intoned, “Lady Anastasia Dimitri and Grand Duke Alexander Octavien Laurent Maximilien of Nvengaria,” Meagan vowed her temperature jumped twenty degrees.

She thrust her painted Chinese fan over her scalding face and peeped over its slats as the man from her vision glided down the ballroom stairs, a beautiful woman on his arm.

Oh, dear heavens.