British lawyer Leo Ballantyne is arrogant, serious and sexy...in fact, seriously sexy! It doesn't help that he thinks Rose is a flake and a bad influence. They don't agree about anything, but that doesn't stop Rose from wanting Leo to make serious and sexy love to her.
However, though Rose might feel that when it comes to her Leo has already acted as judge and jury, he's actually determined to have her in his bed. This looks like one case that'll have to be adjourned-- until some red-hot passion takes over!
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August 06, 2007
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Excerpt from Mistress on Trial by Kate Hardy
"YOU look like a princess," a sleepy voice murmured.
And she did. Like a gypsy princess. Barefoot, in a white slub-silk slip dress trimmed with lace, with a crimson feather boa draped round her shoulders, a sparkly tiara in her hair and dark curls corkscrewing down her back, she should have looked a mess. Like an adult playing at dressing up.
Instead, she looked good enough to eat.
And he could imagine her wearing just the feather boa... Leo Ballantyne was furious with himself for thinking that way about Rose Carter--his baby sister's best friend and, in his view, the worst thing that had ever happened to Sara. Rose was bad news, with a capital B. And now Sara had gone off somewhere for a few days and left Rose--one of her flakiest, most unreliable friends--to look after Daisy.
So much for thinking that motherhood had settled Sara and made her more responsible; she still clearly had the "wild child' streak she'd had since her teens, doing whatever she pleased and leaving everyone else to sort out the chaos she trailed in her wake.
And no way was Leo letting his four-year-old niece stay in the care of Rose Carter. Even if Rose was cuddling Daisy right now and reading her a story. Daisy should have been in bed and asleep ages ago. And the flat was a complete tip. The living room looked as if it had been burgled, with things strewn everywhere and a huge pile of laundry just dumped on one of the chairs. He shuddered to think what the kitchen looked like. How could one woman make so much mess in the space of half a day?
Then Rose glanced up, saw him leaning against the doorjamb, and shrieked.
"It's all right, Aunty Rose, it's not a burglar. It's only Uncle Leo,"Daisy said as she peered round Rose. She gave Leo the wide smile that always melted his heart, and a tiny little wave. "'Lo, Uncle Leo."
He smiled back. "Hello, Princess."
Rose stroked the little girl's hair. "I'm sorry if I scared you when I screamed, Daze. I was just a bit surprised because I wasn't expecting to see anyone."Her mouth thinned as she looked straight at Leo again. "I didn't hear you knock."
Because he hadn't bothered. He'd found out the situation from his mother; Sara's phone had switched to answering machine and her mobile phone had been turned off, so he'd driven straight over to Sara's flat to see for himself what the situation was and whether his niece was all right.
Right now, his worst fears had been realised.
He became aware that Rose was waiting for an answer. Why hadn't he knocked? "I have Sara's spare key."
"And you normally just let yourself in?"
Of course not. He had that key for emergencies--and, in his view, this counted as an emergency. Was Rose trying to make him feel guilty for looking after his little sister and his niece? "This isn't a normal situation," he said coolly.
Rose frowned at him. "Pas devant l'enfant."
He blinked. Was it his imagination, or had she just spoken French to him in a perfect accent? He'd had no idea that she knew French. Not in front of the child. She was right. They shouldn't drag Daisy into this. And it riled him that she was the one who'd been responsible enough to think of it, not him.
"Go and make yourself a coffee or something. I'm reading Daisy a bedtime story. And then you're going to go to sleep, aren't you, sweetheart, while Uncle Leo and I have a little chat in the kitchen?"
"Yes, Aunty Rose." The little girl smiled trustingly at Rose.
It irritated him that Rose had somehow taken charge, but there wasn't much he could do right now. Not without creating a scene and upsetting Daisy at bedtime, which he wasn't willing to do. It wasn't his little niece's fault. And he should be protecting her, not putting yet more disorder into her life.
"Goodnight, Princess. Sleep well," Leo said. He had to walk across the room and lean across Rose to kiss his niece goodnight. Bad move. Because Rose's perfume was the sexiest thing he'd smelled in weeks, and it was oh, so tempting to move back very slightly and kiss her, too.