The Temporary Duchess: A Jet City Billionaire Serial Romance (The Billionaire Duke Series Book 3) by Gina Robinson

Author:Gina Robinson [Robinson, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Three Jays Press LLC
Published: 2016-04-04T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Riggins

We dressed for dinner that evening. Haley in an evening gown my Flash merch buyers had helped her pick out. Me in a white tux. Like we were from a bygone era. Maybe the early 1900s. Haley wore her tiara. Which pleased me and drove me mad with lust. I kept picturing her naked with those diamonds glistening against her silver hair as I made love to her.

She was the most beautiful, enticing woman I'd ever known. And becoming more so every day. She made me laugh. Even at dinner. As we sat in the formal dining room at the end of a table that could easily seat dozens, Haley whispered that she felt like we were playing dress-up. It was a little-girl fantasy come to life.

Everything I gave her and every new experience delighted her. I wanted her to be happy. Wanted it so damn much. But she had no sense of entitlement. Made no demands for romance. I knew what would thrill her most. Now that the Dead Duke had gotten his wish and drawn me to the castle, I was going to find Sid's cure. And then? I was growing less sure I wanted out of this arranged marriage. But not convinced. Where Haley saw sentiment, history, and a family, all I could see as I looked around the castle was work and commitment.

Haley was already more part of this place than I was. Or maybe could ever hope to be. Maybe that was appropriate. I would have given it to her, if that had been possible.

The dining room was green. Deep green. Not my favorite shade of the color. Filled with antiques and filigree. With more of those damned paintings of ancestors staring down at us. Approvingly or disapprovingly, it was hard to tell. All I could say was that some of them looked exceedingly arrogant. And many of them had what women always described as my sexy smirk.

Was smirking sexy? Hell, I had no idea. I did it unconsciously. But women thought it indicated confidence. And confidence was sexy. The smirk every few generations, and sometimes something about the eyes, where the only links I could find between the men in the paintings, my predecessors, and myself.

I didn't like the arrogant ones. Others looked silly in their stiff white ruffs and frills. I still hadn't seen a portrait of the Dead Duke. I wasn't sure I wanted to. If he had the smirk… Shit.

There was probably a gigantic painting of him in the entry, hanging in the place of honor. I ignored it when we came in, fearing I'd give in to my anger and fantasies of slashing it with a knife. But there was no reason to destroy a valuable piece of art.

This whole place looked more and more like an albatross to me the more I saw of it. Beautiful, yes. But lethal to the lifestyle I'd carved out for myself.

Annoyed, I became nitpicky. The Wi-Fi signal was weak. Being connected to the outside world was essential to me.

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