The Duke's Boardroom Affair / Convenient Marriage, Inconvenient Husband. Yvonne Lindsay

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      “That’s a little hypocritical coming from you,” Charles said. “Seeing as how you knocked up a palace employee.”

      It was a cheap shot, but the arrow hit its mark.

      Ethan’s expression darkened. “Make no mistake Charles, this is something the entire family is asking. Not just me.”

      And what if Charles said no? What if he slept with her and she refused to stay? Would he be ousted as the family attorney? “This sounds a bit like a threat to me.”

      “It’s nothing more than a request.”

      Though only a cousin, Charles had always been an integral part of the royal family. For the first time in his life he felt like an outsider.

      And he didn’t like it.

      “Do whatever it takes to make her stay,” Ethan said, and there was a finality to his words that set Charles even deeper on edge.

      “I need to go fetch my assistant,” Charles told him, then he turned and left before he said something he might later regret.

      He found Victoria in the main business office with one of the secretaries. For the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. She was explaining the phone and security system to Victoria. As he approached they both looked up at him.

      “Finished already?” Victoria asked.

      Charles nodded. “Ready to go?”

      “Sure.” She thanked the secretary, whose name still escaped him, grabbed her purse, and followed Charles out. She practically had to jog to keep up with his brisk, longer stride. He led her out the back way this time, where she would come and go should the position ever call for her coming back to the palace.

      “Meeting not go well?” she asked from behind him, as they passed the kitchen.

      “What makes you think that?”

      “You’re awfully quiet. And you seem to be in a terrible rush to leave,” she said, sounding a touch winded.

      He made an effort to slow his pace. It wasn’t the meeting itself that was troubling him. That had gone rather well, all things considered. “It was fine,” he said.

      The car was waiting for them when they stepped out of the back entrance. They got in, and he almost directed the driver to take them back to the office, but then he remembered that he was treating Victoria to dinner.

      Instead he told him, “The Royal Inn.”

      “Why are we going to the Royal Inn?” she asked.

      “I’m taking you to Les Régal De Rois for dinner,” he said. He expected an argument or an immediate refusal. Instead she just looked amused, which rubbed his already frayed nerves.

      “Is that an invitation?” she asked.

      “No. Just a fact.”

      “Really?”

      He nodded. “Yep.”

      “What about my car?”

      “It’ll be fine in the parking garage overnight. I’ll arrange for my car to pick you up in the morning.”

      She mulled that over, looking skeptical. He steeled himself for the inevitable argument. In fact, he was looking forward to it. He needed a target to vent a little steam. Even though he was supposed to be convincing her to stay, not using her for target practice.

      Instead she said, “Okay.”

      “Okay?”

      “I’ll go to dinner with you, but only if I get to choose the restaurant.”

      He shrugged. “All right.”

      “And you have to let me pay.”

      Absolutely not. He never let women pay. It had been hammered into him from birth that it was a man’s duty—his responsibility—to pick up the check. As far as his mother was concerned, chivalry was alive and kicking.

      “Considering your current employment status, it might be wise to let me cover it,” he said.

      She folded her arms across her chest. “Let me worry about that.”

      Would it hurt to let her think she was paying? But when it came time to get the bill, he would take it. It’s not as if she would wrestle it out of his hand. At least, he didn’t think she would. She may have been independent, but he knew from experience that deep down, all women loved to be pampered. They liked when men held doors and paid the check. Expected it, even.

      “Fine,” he agreed.

      She leaned forward and instructed the driver to take them to an unfamiliar address in the bay area. For all he knew she could be taking him to a fast-food establishment.

      The driver looked to Charles for confirmation, and he nodded.

      What the heck. He was always up for an adventure.

      Six

      It wasn’t a fast food restaurant.

      It was a cozy, moderately priced bistro tucked between two upscale women’s clothing stores in the shopping district. The maître d’ greeted Victoria warmly and Charles with the proper fuss afforded royalty, then seated them at a table in a secluded corner. It was quiet and intimate and soaked in the flickering glow of warm candlelight. Their waiter appeared instantly to take their drink orders—a white wine for Victoria and a double scotch for him—then he listed the specials for the evening.

      “I recommend the prime rib,” Victoria said, once he was gone.

      Charles drew the line at letting his date order for him, and he used the term date very loosely. Besides, his encounter with Ethan had pretty much killed his appetite.

      “I take it you come here often,” he said.

      “I love this place,” Victoria said with a smile. An honest to goodness, genuine smile. And the force of it was so devastating it nearly knocked him backward out of his chair. She might not have smiled often, but it was certainly worth the wait.

      The waiter reappeared only seconds later with their drinks. Charles took a deep slug of scotch, relishing the smooth burn as it slid down his throat and spread heat through his stomach. Three or four more of these and he would be right as rain, but he’d never been one to find solace in a bottle.

      Victoria took a sip of her wine, watching him curiously. “Would you like to talk about it?”

      “Talk about what?”

      “Whatever it is that’s bothering you.” She propped her elbow on the table, dropped her chin in her hand, and gazed across the candlelight at him, her eyes warm, her features soft in the low light.

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