Royal Brotherhood 2 - To Pleasure A Prince by Sabrina Jeffries

Author:Sabrina Jeffries
Language: ron
Format: mobi
Tags: Sabrina Jeffries
ISBN: 9781416523864
Publisher: Pocket Star
Published: 2009-03-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Be warned that men are waiting to ruin your charge the moment your back is turned.

—Miss Cicely Tremaine,The Ideal Chaperone

“Suit yourself,” Marcus retorted. “Stay in the coach if you please. I don’t give a damn.”

Regina winced at the vitriol in his voice. Her impulsive act would surely come back to haunt her, but if she let him go now, she would almost certainly never see him again. She simply couldn’t bear that prospect.

After witnessing his expression of betrayal when Henry mentioned the wager, she refused to let Marcus continue thinking that she had used him so abominably. She couldn’t blame him for his reaction, but that didn’t mean she would let him shut her out of his life for it.

“Nowcan we talk about this?” she asked.

“Nothing to talk about,” he grunted, shifting his gaze to the window. Drat him. The dragon was back, protecting himself with scaly armor and fiery breath while he retreated to his cave.

She didn’t have time for that. Even a duke’s daughter could not ride off unchaperoned with a gentleman. She would be compromised if anyone discovered it, which they were sure to do if she didn’t resolve the situation swiftly.

“I think there’s plenty to talk about.” Somehow she must provoke him into discussing this. “For one thing, you as good as told my cousin that I’d accepted an offer of marriage from you. And we both know that was a blatant lie.”

Though he stiffened, her words didn’t get the rise out of him that she’d hoped for. “Feel free to set your cousin straight. I don’t care what you tell him.”

The man was so stubborn! “And if I tell him that he misunderstood about the wager? That you were never my ‘charitable project’?”

“Tell him whatever you please.”

“Drat it, Marcus, you know I don’t see you that way.”

A muscle worked in his jaw. “I know how you see me, madam. I just don’t care.”

Oh yes, he did, the sullen devil. No amount of his new-found formal correctness could hide that. “How Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html can you think I would agree to a courtship just so I could take on some sort of ‘charitable project’? Surely you realize I have better things to do with my time than try to mold a man as stubborn and surly as you into my image of a gentleman.”

“Ah, but you had the wager to make it worth your while, didn’t you?”

That cursed wager. “Just so you’ll know, Simon was the one who suggested the wagerafter he found out I’d agreed to let you court me. He assumed I was doing it so I could ‘improve’ you, so he thought to put conditions on it. I nearly refused. Until he said what the terms were, and I saw an opportunity to determine if he truly intended to marry Louisa.”

“There’s no need for this explanation,” he ground out. “I don’t care about your wager.”

“Stuff and nonsense. You think all this has been about some silly wager that I barely thought of.

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