Royal Seducer / Bossman Billionaire: Royal Seducer. Michelle Celmer

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      “Can we walk to the bluff?” she asked.

      “Of course.” He offered his arm and they walked down a twisting sandstone path that wound its way through the gardens. His knowledge of the different varieties of flowers and shrubs impressed her, as did the steady strength of his arm, and his solid presence beside her.

      She’d never been what one would consider a fading flower, she could hold her own in almost any given situation, but even she liked to be pampered every now and then.

      “Can I ask you a personal question, Melissa?”

      She didn’t have to wait for the question to know what was on his mind. She could hear it in his tone, see the curiosity in his eyes.

      She’d been getting that same look from many people lately.

      “Let me guess. You’re wondering if it was a shock to learn that I was an illegitimate royal?”

      He grinned. “Something like that.”

      Her illegitimacy wasn’t something Melissa tried to hide, or felt she should be ashamed of. After all, how could she be responsible for the actions of a mother she’d lost twenty-three years ago, and a father she had never even known? Nor was she shy about discussing it. Why attempt to hide something everyone already knew? It would only sit like the proverbial elephant in the room. She was who she was, and people either accepted her or they didn’t. Loved her or hated her.

      “I felt as though I’d been caught up in some surreal sequel to The Princess Diaries,” she said.

      His eyes crinkled with confusion. “Princess Diaries ?”

      “Suffice it to say, I was flabbergasted. I had no idea that I wasn’t my father’s daughter.”

      “Did it upset you that your parents never told you the truth?”

      “On some level. But honestly, I have little room to complain. If my father knew I wasn’t his, he never let it show. I had an extremely happy childhood. And my real father…well, I honestly think he did me a favor by staying out of my life. Although after my parents died it would have been nice if he’d claimed me. But I understand why he didn’t.”

      “Life after your parents passed away wasn’t so happy?”

      The directness of his question surprised her a bit. Most people tiptoed around the subject of her parents’ deaths. It seemed almost as though he was testing her. Seeing how tough she was.

      “To quote Nietzsche,” she said “‘That which does not kill me makes me stronger.’”

      Chris smiled. “I believe he also said, ‘No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself’.”

      And she did own herself. Despite everything that had happened, she was in control of her own life. Her own destiny. And she intended to keep it that way.

      The path ended and the gardens opened up to a rocky bluff that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction. Over its edge was nothing but cloudless sky and calm blue ocean, and farther in the distance, the coast of Morgan Isle. Fishing boats dotted the expanse that lay between the two islands, and closer to the Morgan Isle shore she could just make out the luxury craft common to the tourist trade.

      She toed closer to the edge and peeked over the side, to the jagged rocks below. It was a long way down. At least three or four stories, with no discernible beach that she could make out in either direction. She looked back at Chris. “Is there a path down?”

      He shook his head. “Not for miles. It’s a straight drop down to the water. Tactically speaking, it was the perfect place for my ancestors to build the castle. Invading forces would have been forced to dock their ships miles down the coast.”

      She leaned farther over, trying to see the sharp incline of the cliff wall.

      “Be careful,” he said, concern in his voice.

      “I’m always careful.” At least, almost always.

      “Not afraid of heights, I guess.”

      She shrugged and backed away from the edge. “Not afraid of anything, really.”

      He regarded her curiously. “Everyone is afraid of something.”

      She though about it for a moment, then said, “Centipedes.”

      He grinned. “Centipedes?”

      “All those legs.” She shuddered. “They give me a serious case of the creeps.”

      “Well, then, you have nothing to fear here,” he said, offering his arm and leading her back toward the castle. “We don’t see many centipedes.”

      There was one other thing she feared. Feared it more than a stampede of creepy centipedes.

      She was afraid she might fall for Prince Christian. Then get her heart broken as she had so many times before.

      Chapter Three

      Chris and Melissa strolled slowly back to the castle, she a soft and comfortable presence beside him. They chatted about the weather and the flowers and the different crops they grew on the island. She had an insatiable curiosity about practically everything, and always looked genuinely interested in his answers and explanations. But when he led her past the shrubbery maze, her eyes all but shimmered with excitement. She stopped him just outside the entrance. “It’s taller than it looks from the air.”

      “Three meters, give or take,” Chris said. “It takes an entire crew a full day to manicure.”

      “I’m sure it’s worth it.”

      “This maze has been standing here, unchanged, for hundreds of years.”

      Her eyes filled with mischief. “Could we go inside?”

      “You’d like me to lead you through?”

      “Oh, no, I’ll figure it out myself.”

      Chris looked at his watch. “Unfortunately, there’s no time. We’re to meet with my parents for drinks before supper.”

      “How long does it usually take?”

      “Drinks or supper?”

      She laughed. “No, the maze.”

      “If you know your way, not long. Ten minutes, maybe. For the novice, though, it’s easy to get turned around. I’ve seen people wander through there for hours.”

      She shot him a cocky smile. “I’ll bet I could figure it out in no time.”

      “It’s more confusing than you might think.”

      “I have a very good sense of direction. And I like a challenge.”

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