Kidnapped for His Royal Duty by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-03-07T18:51:20+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

POPPY SPENT THE next morning going through the various résumés and applications that had been forwarded, rejecting the ones that would not be a good fit, and then setting aside the possibilities. She even followed up on the references of two different women who’d stood out.

After finishing with the applications, she answered new emails that had come in during the night. There were a few from concerned associates, as well as three very bold inquiries from one member of the press. The reporter was with an American tabloid and asked if Poppy could jump on the phone with her for a quick call, and if that wasn’t possible, perhaps Poppy would send a few words...maybe a quote? The online magazine was also quite happy to cite her as an anonymous source, and they did pay, too...all very hush-hush to ensure that the earl would feel no embarrassment.

Poppy deleted the emails from the reporter immediately, determined not to say a word about them to Dal and was just about to close her laptop when an email popped into her inbox from Florrie.

Had such a lovely message from Dal this morning, but having difficulty reaching him on his phone. He said he has tickets for Royal Box for the Gila Open in Mehkar. Beyond excited. Send me deets, please! And the poor darling! How is our gorgeous earl holding up?

Poppy read the email twice, unable to believe her eyes.

Dal had been in contact with Florrie now, too. And he hadn’t just checked in with her, he’d dangled VIP polo tickets to a woman who was completely mad about ponies.

It was a brilliant move—Dal was nothing if not shrewd—but also utterly infuriating because just last night Dal had been seducing her!

Livid, Poppy marched up the flights of stairs, rapped on his door before entering his room, laptop tucked beneath her arm. “I hope you’re dressed,” she said curtly, “because we have work to do.”

Dal was lying stretched out on the couch in the living room, reading, one arm propped behind his head. He looked up from the book, a black eyebrow lifting. “What work would that be?”

“Your work. I get emails about your business affairs all the time. People still think I’m your secretary.”

“That’s because you are.” He sat up, stretching, which just made the soft knit fabric of his shirt pull tighter across the hard planes of his chest. “So what is so urgent?”

She stared at him baffled by his nonchalance. “I have never seen you lie down in the middle of the day and read.”

“I was focused all morning. Why not take a break before lunch and get caught up on this book I’ve been wanting to read?”

“Indeed?”

“You seem quite tense. Is everything all right?”

“I’ve just been working for you. That’s all.”

“Good. Since you’re still on the payroll.”

She bit her tongue to say something she might regret. And then she had to wait another ten seconds to get her racing pulse to slow. Finally, when she trusted herself to speak and not shout, she said, “I’ve made good progress on finding my replacement.

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