The Prince's Captive Wife. Marion Lennox

      ‘Not?’

      Well, maybe. He thought back a few months to when Christina had finally achieved her precious divorce. ‘You’re free, brother,’ Alex had told him. ‘You set that island up for seduction and you’re set for life. Fill it with things women love. Clothes that are worth a fortune. Seriously sexy stuff. The one thing you don’t have on that island is shopping, and you need to make up for it if you want hot women. I’ll tell you what—as a gift to celebrate your divorce to that harpy I’ll equip the wardrobes for you.’

      He had. Six months ago Andreas had inspected the mass of clothes Alex—or, he suspected, one of Alex’s mistresses—had chosen for his imagined stream of women and he’d laughed. Maybe it’d even be fun to use them, he’d thought.

      But it hadn’t worked out like that. Life outside marriage to Christina was infinitely easier, but seduction for seduction’s sake didn’t hold any appeal for Andreas.

      Though seduction with Holly… He looked at her now, in her gorgeous dress, her eyes bright with anger, mocking him in a manner no woman had ever used in his presence…and he thought seduction was a definite possibility.