Royal Temptation: Protecting the Desert Princess / Virgin Princess, Tycoon’s Temptation / The Prince's Second Chance. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ have been had he been able to get a warm drink or a sandwich just by asking. For a long while Mikael had scrimped or scavenged for every morsel. He remembered that every time he ordered food, and he did not take kindly to some pampered princess screwing up her nose.

      ‘Of course they are people,’ Layla said, ‘but it is an issue, no?’ She shrugged her shoulders, but not in a dismissive way. ‘I am not to worry about such things, apparently.’

      She looked over to him and Mikael realised that again he had misread her when she spoke on.

      ‘But I do.’

      The coffee was lovely, Layla declared, thanking Joel profusely for the shake of chocolate on the top of her frothy milk. ‘What an amazing combination,’ Layla said, as if Joel himself had invented cappuccino.

      ‘You didn’t answer me before,’ Layla said once Joel had gone. ‘Are you nervous about today?’

      ‘I’m never nervous,’ Mikael said.

      ‘Never?’

      ‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m prepared for today.’

      ‘Good! So I will start my magical week listening to you in court. I’m looking forward to it so much.’

      She wasn’t being sarcastic, but Mikael took a second to realise it.

      ‘Layla—’ he started, because what had seemed the most sensible idea when he had fallen asleep in the small hours felt more than a touch uncomfortable now. ‘Some of the things that I say today…some of the things you might hear..’

      ‘It’s fine!’ she dismissed.

      ‘It’s really not fine…’ He breathed out, for today he was going to discredit the deceased. Today was not a day during which Mikael would be endearing himself to anyone. But immediately Layla waved his concerns away.

      ‘I’ve been following the trial. I know what he did.’

      ‘What he’s accused of doing,’ Mikael corrected, but she just shrugged.

      ‘He should be fed to the dogs!’ she said, and then looked straight at him. ‘And in my country that isn’t just a saying.’

      The whole café seemed to fall silent as the impossible happened.

      Mikael Romanov laughed.

      At seven a.m. near the end of a trial.

      ‘So,’ Mikael said as their breakfast was served, ‘apart from dancing and getting drunk, what else is on your bucket list?’ He chose to explain that before she asked him to. ‘Your to-do list.’

      ‘Oh…’ Layla smiled. ‘This.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘This is on my list—I wanted to share a meal in a restaurant with a sexy man. But in my plan it was in the evening and we were holding hands.’

      ‘This is a café,’ Mikael said, ‘and I don’t hold hands. What else?’

      ‘I’m not telling you,’ Layla said, popping blueberries in her mouth.

      ‘Go on,’ he pushed, ‘tell me.’

      ‘If you take me dancing tonight I will tell you some more.’

      ‘I’m not dancing till the jury is in,’ Mikael said, ‘and if today goes well then you’ll be long gone by then.’

      ‘Then you won’t ever find out.’ Layla shrugged.

      ‘How about dinner tonight?’ he offered.

      ‘Somewhere romantic?’ Layla checked.

      ‘I don’t do romance.’

      ‘Oh. Well.’ She shrugged again. ‘Your loss. I might have to find another person to fulfil my wishes.’

      * * *

      When they arrived at chambers a rather bemused Wendy took Layla over to the court while Mikael showered and changed into a fresh suit, and then he sat for a long quiet hour going through everything in his mind, over and over. He scratched out phrases, honed in on words, re-examined every angle, just to plant that seed of beyond reasonable doubt.

      As court resumed Mikael glanced up at the public gallery just once to check that she was there.

      She was smiling down at him.

      In black robes and a wig Mikael looked even more incredible than he had when he had been on her computer.

      His voice, when finally he commenced his closing argument, had the goosebumps rising on Layla’s arms, for it was rich and deep and reached every corner of the courtroom. It was her privilege to sit, absolutely mesmerised, as Mikael set to work.

      On many occasions throughout the long day Mikael rather wished that Layla had left, for what he had to say was not pretty.

      There was a furious audible gasp from the gallery as he reminded the jury of a witness’s testimony—an ex-boyfriend of the deceased had stated that she preferred her sex rough.

      God, no wonder he was loathed by so many, Mikael thought as the lights in court seemed to flicker as social media lit up, demanding that Romanov’s guts should be hated.

      Still he did not look up to the public gallery.

      ‘My client has never denied that intercourse took place before the deceased fell in the stairwell,’ Mikael said. ‘Nor has he denied that the sex was violent. But that was by mutual consent.’

      Still he did not look up—even when the judge called for someone to be removed from the public gallery for shouting obscenities at Mikael.

      He pointed to the gallery once, though, as order was restored. ‘Up there is emotion,’ he reminded the jurors. ‘Down here we examine facts.’

      The court broke for lunch and Layla hoped he would come and find her, so that she could tell him how well he was doing, but he was nowhere to be seen.

      ‘Where’s Mikael?’ Layla asked Wendy, who was walking towards her.

      ‘He just texted me and asked if I would take you to lunch.’

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘What would you like to eat?’ Wendy asked as they stood in a café, and Layla frowned. It was so much easier with Mikael.

      ‘What that man is eating,’ Layla said.

      ‘A burger?’

      Layla nodded.

      ‘With the lot?’ Wendy checked.

      Layla had no idea what she meant, but nodded.

      Despite the company, it was possibly the best meal of Layla’s life—and then it was back to court to watch СКАЧАТЬ