Royal Seducer / Bossman Billionaire: Royal Seducer. Michelle Celmer

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СКАЧАТЬ that he had made her feel even closer to him. “I won’t say a word to anyone. I promise.”

      He laid his hand over hers. “Thank you, Melissa. For listening.”

      On impulse, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. His were soft and warm. His hand slipped behind her neck, drawing her in closer. His tongue teased the seam of her lips and they parted. The kiss was deep and searching and loaded with emotion.

      Deep down she was a hopeless romantic, which had earned her a good share of bumps and bruises in her life. Mostly to her heart, but more than a few to her pride as well. She had learned to be tough. But Chris seemed to be pushing all the right buttons, knocking down all of her carefully constructed defenses. Whether he meant to or not.

      She wanted him. The way she had never wanted anyone in her life.

      “This is going to sound a little crazy,” she said. “But despite the fact that it’s barely been a day, I feel as though I know you, Chris.”

      “Strange, isn’t it?” His eyes searched her face. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was looking for. If he saw something the others hadn’t. Something special.

      She reached up and touched his cheek, felt the hint of evening stubble under her fingertips. “What do you think it means?”

      “I’m not sure,” he said. “But I’d like to find out.”

      Chris sat beside Melissa during dinner, listening to her chat with his family. If they knew what he’d done, they would be furious with him. He and his siblings had made a pact, a promise to their parents and each other to keep the king’s condition a closely guarded secret. Great pains had been taken with his doctors to keep his medical records restricted.

      He wasn’t one to confide in family or friends, but finally admitting the truth to someone outside the family seemed to take a bit of the pressure off. And as promised, she didn’t say a thing about the king’s health or the e-mail situation, nor did she give even a hint that she knew anything was amiss. He could only hope that she would keep it from her family as well, as it could jeopardize a potential alliance.

      If she felt wary of the consequences, she hadn’t let it show. Perhaps she wasn’t familiar enough with the way the monarchy worked to recognize the potential complications the king’s death could generate. Or maybe she just didn’t care. It was possible that she believed the potential benefits would outweigh the disadvantages. And after all, when his father died, or was no longer physically capable of performing his duties, Chris would be crowned king, and if they were married, Melissa would be queen. That had to hold a certain appeal.

      Whatever her motivation, she seemed willing to give this partnership consideration. He just needed a bit more time to make sure this was right before he made his move and formally asked for her hand. He needed to be sure that they were sexually compatible. If he was going to be forced to marry, then damn it, he was going to marry someone who could please him in the bedroom.

      After dinner, the king retired to his quarters and Melissa and the queen went for a walk in the garden. Chris gestured his siblings into the study for an impromptu meeting regarding the latest developments with the e-mails. They fixed themselves drinks at the bar then took seats by the ceiling-high windows across the room. The last threads of evening sun shone in warm, golden-orange shafts across the oriental rug.

      “Aaron showed you Datt’s report?” he asked his sisters, and they both nodded. “Well, something else has happened, something involving our guest.”

      They listened grimly as he told them about the e-mail Melissa had received, and how the sender mentioned the maze.

      Aaron and Anne wore identical frowns. Louisa looked downright scared. “Was someone watching you?” she asked.

      “It could just be coincidence they chose the maze,” Chris told her, but she didn’t look reassured, and he didn’t blame her. “I’d like to have security stake it out tonight, just in case. I forwarded the e-mail to Datt.”

      “She didn’t find that at all suspicious?” Anne asked.

      “She figured out that I hadn’t sent it. And of course she was curious as to what was going on.”

      “What did you tell her?” Aaron asked.

      “That it was a prank, and there was no reason to be concerned.”

      But it was clear that his siblings believed there was a damned good reason, and Chris agreed. He planned to talk to Randall Jenkins, the head of security, just as soon as he was finished here. He planned to have them keep a close eye on Melissa, just in case. They certainly couldn’t risk something happening to her while she was in their care.

      “Did she believe you?” Anne asked.

      “She seemed to. I asked her not to mention it around our parents, or to her family. She promised not to.

      ” “Can we trust her?”

      Chris shrugged. “We don’t really have a choice.” Louisa drew her knees up and hugged them. “I don’t like this. Maybe we should tell Father.”

      “No,” Chris said. “Not until we absolutely have to.

      ” With any luck, Datt would get to the bottom of this and they could solve the problem without the king ever being the wiser.

      Chapter Eight

      Melissa walked arm in arm with the queen along the slate path through the gardens. She had been concerned, after the horror stories she’d been told about the queen of Morgan Isle, that Queen Maria might have the same cold and dreadful disposition. Instead she was warm and friendly and surprisingly down-to-earth. She was smaller than Melissa by several inches and very petite. Her hair was always perfectly in place, her makeup flawless and her clothes immaculate. If Melissa had to chose one word to describe her, it would probably be classy.

      They slowly strolled along, chatting about their two countries, and what it had been like for Melissa growing up in the U.S. Did she miss it, or was she happy to be home on Morgan Isle? Melissa didn’t see any point in sugarcoating the truth.

      “It’s been an adjustment,” she admitted. “My family means well, but the last few months, I feel as though I’ve been in a sort of limbo.”

      “You feel out of place?”

      She nodded. “I supposed I can’t blame them for feeling wary of me.”

      “Well, we’ve very much enjoyed having you here as our guest,” the queen told her, sounding as though she genuinely meant it. What reason did she have to lie?

      “I really like being here,” Melissa said.

      “You feel welcome?”

      She nodded. “Oh, yes, very.”

      “It seems that you and Chris are getting along rather well.”

      That was something of an understatement.

      “He’s an excellent host,” she said. And an aboveaverage kisser.

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