Royal Seductions: Diamonds: The King's Convenient Bride. Michelle Celmer

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      She sat on a blanket in the shade of a tree whose leaves had just begun to change, legs folded underneath her, hair tumbling in silky chestnut waves down her back. She wore a simple slip dress the exact shade of amber as the turning leaves.

      He stepped down onto the grass and walked toward her, finding himself mesmerized by her beauty, intrigued by the intense desire to be near her. To touch her again. In profile, her features looked finely boned and elegant. Regal and confident, with a hint of softness that he found undeniably appealing.

      Fine breeding stock, his mother had assured him when the pairing had been suggested and he had yet to meet Hannah, or even see a photo of her. He recalled thinking at the time that his mother could have been describing a head of cattle, not a future member of the family.

      Beside her on the blanket sat a pile of binders, and one lay open across her lap. She was so engrossed in whatever it was she was reading, she didn’t hear him approach.

      “Good afternoon.”

      She let out a squeak of surprise and the folder tumbled from her lap onto the ground. When she looked up and saw it was him standing there, she scrambled to her feet, which he noticed were bare.

      “I’m sorry,” she said and executed a slightly wobbly curtsy. “You startled me.”

      As she straightened, her hair slipped across her shoulders, thick and shiny, resting in loose spirals atop the swell of her breasts. It all but begged to be touched and his fingers itched to tangle in the silky ribbons. From that day forward he would insist that she never wear it up again.

      “If I startled you, perhaps I should be the one apologizing,” he said.

      She clasped her hands in front of her, her lip clamped between her teeth, but behind it he could see the shadow of a smile. “You’re back sooner than I expected.”

      Despite that, he would have anticipated her to be angry with him. Seeing as how he had left so abruptly. Instead, she seemed genuinely happy to see him.

      It had been selfish and insensitive of him to leave her alone, but a lesson she needed to learn. It was best she understand that he had no intention of changing his habits simply because he had a wife. This was an arrangement, a business deal of sorts. The sooner she realized and accepted that, the better off they would both be.

      Which did little to explain why, as she’d pointed out, he was home three days early.

      “I had to cut my trip short,” he told her.

      “Bad weather?” she asked. And, to his look of confusion, added, “Miss Pryce said you don’t like to hunt in bad weather.”

      The weather on the opposite end of the island where the hunting cabin was located had been much like it was here. Idyllic. Clear skies and temperatures ten degrees above the usual for late September. And though the company had been equally adequate—he looked forward to trips with his cousin, when he could relax and just be Phillip—this time he’d felt restless and bored.

      “Stop acting like an ass and go home to your fiancée,” Charles had urged after having his head all but snapped off for the umpteenth time in two days.

      Indignant at first, Phillip was now glad that he’d listened. Best he enjoy the novelty of this relationship while it lasted.

      And just for fun, he planned to test the values to which she clung so firmly.

      “If you prefer,” he said, “I could go back.”

      “N-no, of course not, I just…” She noticed his wry grin, and flashed a somewhat shy smile of her own. “You’re teasing me.”

      He nodded.

      “I’m glad you’re home.”

      Oddly enough, so was he.

      He gestured to the work she’d abandoned on the blanket. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

      “Not at all. I had some spare time and thought I would catch up on my reading. And take advantage of the mild weather.”

      “They’re keeping you busy?”

      “Swamped. It seems as though I’ve had more meetings in the past three days than in the last two years. And I’ve met so many new people, their faces and names all blur together. Every time I get a free minute or two, I try to study the profiles.”

      “I was thinking, since it is such a beautiful day, that you might like to take a walk around the grounds with me.”

      “I would love to, but…” She glanced from him, to the palace, then to the delicate gold watch on her left wrist.

      “Is there a problem?”

      “I have a meeting with the decorator in fifteen minutes, then the wedding coordinator after that.”

      “Not anymore.”

      She blinked with confusion. “Pardon?”

      “I told Miss Pryce to clear your schedule for the rest of the afternoon.”

      “You did?”

      He nodded. “You’re free for the remainder of the day.”

      “Is that okay?” she asked. But before he could answer, she held up a hand and said, “I know, you’re the king. You make the rules.”

      He smiled and held out his hand, found himself eager to touch her again. “Shall we?”

      She hesitated, probably remembering her no-fooling-around-until-after-the-wedding rule. But he had no intention of waiting until their wedding night to take her to his bed.

      And he would seduce her so cleverly, she would believe it had been her idea in the first place.

      “Something wrong?” he asked.

      She shook her head, gazing at his hand as though it were a poisonous creature poised to attack.

      “Surely you don’t find holding hands with your fiancé inappropriate.”

      “Not exactly.”

      “Do I frighten you, then?”

      “Not in the way you might think. It’s more a matter of trust.”

      “You don’t trust me?”

      “I don’t trust me. Women have desires, too, Your Highness.”

      Her candor both surprised and impressed him, and told him that, despite her resolve, she was as good as him. He’d yet to find a woman able to resist his charms. He doubted that Hannah would be any different.

      She finally slipped her hand in his, and he could swear he felt her shiver.

      This was going to be too easy.

      Five

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