To Charm A Billionaire (Men of Monaco Book 1) by Michelle Monkou

Author:Michelle Monkou [Monkou, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stella Maris Publishing
Published: 2016-09-07T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Damien waited a few seconds before attempting any conversation. Kissing Anna shredded through his reservations. The lingering anxiety that had clutched his heart in a vice slowly dissipated to trace levels.

"You brought me to the gardens?" He looked around the famous area unsure why she'd selected this place.

"Figured the Princess Grace Rose Garden was an ideal spot to push pause."

"I guess," he offered with a hint of doubt. Sitting among the flowers to de-stress never hit the top of his priorities.

"Come on. We can hide for the next hour." She exited before him but waited near the car's hood for him to join her. "Gosh, I look like I have bed-head." She fluffed her hair and tried to smooth it back into place.

Unable to contain the urge to touch any part of her, Damien targeted a stray curly lock. Gently he slid his fingers along the spiral and watched it bounce back into its original coils. Then he tucked it behind her ear allowing his fingers to linger along her jawline.

"You are a delicious dose of wicked." She popped a kiss on his expectant mouth and danced away from him.

Damien swallowed his protest and followed her through the gates into the Fontvieille Park and on through the floral arched gate into the garden that was built in memory of Princess Grace. The park and garden's combined nine-acre oasis offered an idyllic tribute to the movie star turned Monaco's princess.

Anna sighed. "It's so beautiful and yet, I can't help but feel sad."

Damien understood Anna's reverence. Monaco and the Grimaldi royal family had suffered a terrible loss.

His hand sought Anna's for the comfort of their shared thoughts over Princess Grace's untimely death.

"I've been here multiple times on school field trips. Also have been a tour guide for our international clients," he added.

"I know this may sound unbelievable, but this is my first time at the gardens." She slowed to admire a cluster of pink tipped roses. "Now you can be my personal guide."

"Okay, but I'm not naming all of these roses. In here, there are at least 4,000 roses and 300 varieties. A rose is a rose."

"Sacrilege!" She elbowed him in the ribs. Her outrage tempered with a slight smile.

He pulled her in and kissed her until she giggled beneath his lips.

"You're not getting out of giving me a tour." She headed down one of many paths that carved a circular grid through the sculpted landscape with direct lines to the centerpiece—a mound. Taking the longer route to the center they strolled and paused to read the signs describing each rose cluster and sculptures that shared the outdoor space.

"How about this spot. It's shaded and quiet," she suggested after they'd continued along the path.

He pointed to a bench just up ahead. The seat offered not only a close-up presentation of the floral centerpiece, but also the historic backdrop of the 300 hundred-year-old Église Saint-Charles Catholic church with its famous dome imprinting its magnificence against the landscape.

Complementing the rich green carpet of grass, the splash of color felt as if the sun had kissed the small plot of land.

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