you’re warning me because you need the warning yourself.”
The elevator door opened again. This time, he let her walk out, but he called after her, “Be ready at four. I’m to take you to the country house to show you where we’ll be living.”
She turned, smiled and nodded, then walked away.
Alex sucked in a steadying breath. Her behavior should infuriate him. Instead, it constantly challenged him. What would it be like to be the guy who tamed a future queen? She might be the woman who ruled their country, but he would be the guy who ruled their bed.
He shook his head to dislodge that thought before it took root. He wasn’t marrying anyone ever. Let alone someone who would be his ruler.
* * *
Eva managed to remain perfectly cool until she was behind the door of her apartment. Then she leaned against it and squeezed her eyes shut.
Why in the hell had she just flirted with him?
She shook her head on the way to her bedroom. Of all the times for those stupid flirting videos she’d watched on YouTube to pop into her head, the day after he’d told her the truth about their marriage was the worst.
Still, he’d presented her with eight or ten really good jumping-off points, and in the end she couldn’t fight her brain from using the knowledge it now had—
Oh, please. If there was one thing Eva didn’t do it was kid herself, and she wouldn’t let herself start now. She’d flirted because she’d wanted to. The Alex she’d met at the stables had been angry. The Alex she’d dealt with at her arrival dinner and breakfast the morning they’d chosen the wedding date had been determined to talk her out of it. The Alex who’d been released from his commitment was fun. Happy-go-lucky. Yet fiercely determined to protect her and her dad. His brown eyes sparked with the challenge of their situation. He clearly liked having a role, a part to play, and he was a natural.
Plus, he looked great in a suit. Really handsome.
Put all that together and the man was just sexy.
Tempting.
And oh, so easy to tease.
She told herself to stop thinking like that. Not because she was worried for her life. She wasn’t. She trusted King Ronaldo and Xaviera’s royal guard to keep her safe. And she trusted her dad to find the proof, arrest his brother and right their world.
The problem was, at any time before the wedding her dad could call and say he had everything in hand and she and her mom could go home. This might go the whole way to the day before the wedding or it could end tomorrow, but no matter how long the ruse lasted, she would be going home. Without Alex.
Getting involved with him was pointless. Except—
As Alex had reminded her, she was also a woman who would be a queen, who had to produce a royal heir, who had no skills with men.
She might not be marrying Prince Alex Sancho, but her four weeks with him could help her figure out how she could find the husband she’d need to do her duty and create an heir.
* * *
Alex had just reached his apartment door when his cell phone buzzed with a text. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw the message from Dom.
Meet me in your office.
He almost laughed. He hadn’t been in his own office in months. Meetings were typically held in the king’s office or Dom’s. He didn’t exactly have a lot of official business.
Still...
It felt right. Maybe because his father had taken him into his confidence about Eva’s situation, but he suddenly didn’t mind being called to his office.
He typed, On my way... turned around and took his elevator back to the first floor.
Dom awaited him in the empty secretary’s space that fronted his furnished, but never used office. “Hey, kid.”
“Hey, older brother.” He led Dom into the room, walked behind his desk and fell to the chair that was slightly uncomfortable, given that no one had worn it in. The walls were paneled with rich wood. Thick Persian rugs covered the floors. Velvet drapes framed the huge window that overlooked
The elevator door opened again. This time, he let her walk out, but he called after her, “Be ready at four. I’m to take you to the country house to show you where we’ll be living.”
She turned, smiled and nodded, then walked away.
Alex sucked in a steadying breath. Her behavior should infuriate him. Instead, it constantly challenged him. What would it be like to be the guy who tamed a future queen? She might be the woman who ruled their country, but he would be the guy who ruled their bed.
He shook his head to dislodge that thought before it took root. He wasn’t marrying anyone ever. Let alone someone who would be his ruler.
* * *
Eva managed to remain perfectly cool until she was behind the door of her apartment. Then she leaned against it and squeezed her eyes shut.
Why in the hell had she just flirted with him?
She shook her head on the way to her bedroom. Of all the times for those stupid flirting videos she’d watched on YouTube to pop into her head, the day after he’d told her the truth about their marriage was the worst.
Still, he’d presented her with eight or ten really good jumping-off points, and in the end she couldn’t fight her brain from using the knowledge it now had—
Oh, please. If there was one thing Eva didn’t do it was kid herself, and she wouldn’t let herself start now. She’d flirted because she’d wanted to. The Alex she’d met at the stables had been angry. The Alex she’d dealt with at her arrival dinner and breakfast the morning they’d chosen the wedding date had been determined to talk her out of it. The Alex who’d been released from his commitment was fun. Happy-go-lucky. Yet fiercely determined to protect her and her dad. His brown eyes sparked with the challenge of their situation. He clearly liked having a role, a part to play, and he was a natural.
Plus, he looked great in a suit. Really handsome.
Put all that together and the man was just sexy.
Tempting.
And oh, so easy to tease.
She told herself to stop thinking like that. Not because she was worried for her life. She wasn’t. She trusted King Ronaldo and Xaviera’s royal guard to keep her safe. And she trusted her dad to find the proof, arrest his brother and right their world.
The problem was, at any time before the wedding her dad could call and say he had everything in hand and she and her mom could go home. This might go the whole way to the day before the wedding or it could end tomorrow, but no matter how long the ruse lasted, she would be going home. Without Alex.
Getting involved with him was pointless. Except—
As Alex had reminded her, she was also a woman who would be a queen, who had to produce a royal heir, who had no skills with men.
She might not be marrying Prince Alex Sancho, but her four weeks with him could help her figure out how she could find the husband she’d need to do her duty and create an heir.
* * *
Alex had just reached his apartment door when his cell phone buzzed with a text. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw the message from Dom.
Meet me in your office.
He almost laughed. He hadn’t been in his own office in months. Meetings were typically held in the king’s office or Dom’s. He didn’t exactly have a lot of official business.
Still...
It felt right. Maybe because his father had taken him into his confidence about Eva’s situation, but he suddenly didn’t mind being called to his office.
He typed, On my way... turned around and took his elevator back to the first floor.
Dom awaited him in the empty secretary’s space that fronted his furnished, but never used office. “Hey, kid.”
“Hey, older brother.” He led Dom into the room, walked behind his desk and fell to the chair that was slightly uncomfortable, given that no one had worn it in. The walls were paneled with rich wood. Thick Persian rugs covered the floors. Velvet drapes framed the huge window that overlooked
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