Christmas Prince by RJ Scott

Author:RJ Scott [Scott, RJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781785641411
Publisher: RJ Scott

Seven

Marc

We finished at six fifty precisely, shut and locked everything, and the prince went to his rooms to get ready for the diplomatic dinner. This left me with an entire evening to fill. I didn’t doubt I would find the time flew, given how many pages of notes I had, but first food. How did a person get food in this palace? It wasn’t like I had a Victor looking after me. Then I recalled the number three on the phone, and I pressed it, rehearsing what I was going to say.

A woman answered. “Good evening, Mr. Chandler, would you like dinner in your room?”

Well, that was easy. “Yes, please, but there was something else.”

“Of course, how can I help?”

“I’d like to set up…” I stopped because what I wanted to do was convert the sitting room into an office space of sorts where I could mock-up the displays I wanted. I needed whiteboards, pens, obviously, paper; in fact, all kinds of stationery. “I need some things for work.”

“Of course. Email me a list, I’m Sylvia in the address book. I can have everything brought up to you for the morning.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Would you like any of this arranged tonight?”

I imagined the stationery guy, whoever he or she was, scrambling from his or her family just to keep me in a supply of Sharpies, and I shook my head before I realized I needed to use words.

“No, tomorrow is fine, thank you.”

Tonight, I wanted to email the list, eat, shower, change into soft pants and my sleep tee, and I wanted to open the box that sat tempting me in my small study. I was overwhelmed with delicious expectation, as much as I would have meeting a lover for the first time.

What the hell? Where had that thought come from?

“If there is nothing else, sir…” the woman prompted.

“Nothing. Thank you, Sylvia.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Chandler.”

“Call me Marc.”

We ended the call, and of course she didn’t immediately say she’d call me Marc, but slowly I would work them all around so they stopped treating me like a guest and so I became part of the household. I wanted to talk to everyone, family included. I wanted to learn it all.

“And you will.”

Dinner was this amazing dish of duck and plum sauce, with a carafe of wine that I poured into the glass that had come with the food. I could get used to this kind of eating, each bite a burst of flavor on my tongue. The wine made me relax, the food filled my belly, and the tray was taken a little after eight. Imagining Raphael doing his princely type things at the diplomatic dinner wasn’t good for my libido. When we’d kissed, it had been a moment of quiet celebration at the artifacts I had seen, of the possibilities I had in front of me, and most of all, it was that first moment of real connection. Of course, a prince wasn’t going to move for more with someone like me, but that was okay.

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