Emilie Rose - Monte Carlo Affairs, Princes Ultimate Deception (Silhouette Desire #1810)  

EMILIE ROSE

THE PRINCES ULTIMATE DECEPTION

To Christine Hyatt for sharing your wisdom
and showing me the path.
You helped me make my dreams come true.

One

P lease. You have to help me.

A womans desperate plea caught Prince Dominic Andreas Rossi de Montagnardes attention as he and his bodyguard Ian waited for the elevator inside Monacos luxurious Htel Reynard. He observed the reflected exchange between a long-haired brunette and the concierge through the gilt-framed mirror hanging on the wall beside the polished brass elevator doors.

Mr. Gustavo, if I dont get away from all this prewedding euphoria I am going to lose my mind. Dont get me wrong. I am happy for my friend, but I just cant stomach this much romance without getting nauseous.

Her statement piqued Dominics curiosity. What had soured her on the fairy-tale fantasy so many others harbored? He had never met a woman who didnt wallow in wedding preparations. Each of his three sisters had dragged out the planning of their weddings for more than a year, as had his beloved Giselle.

I need a tour guide who can work around my bridesmaids duties for the next month, she continued. One who knows the best places for day trips and impromptu getaways because I dont know when Ill need to escape from all this she shuddered dramatically happiness.

American, he judged by her accent, and possibly from one of the Southern states given her slight drawl.

The concierge gave her a sympathetic smile. Im sorry, Mademoiselle Spencer, but it is nearly midnight. At this hour I cannot contact our guides to make those arrangements. If you will return in the morning I am sure we can find someone suitable.

She shoved her fingers into the mass of her thick, shiny curls, tugged as if she were at her wits end and then shifted to reveal an exquisite face with a classical profile. Her bare arms were slender, but toned, and she had a body to match beneath the floor-length green gown subtly draping her curves. Nice curves deserving of a second glance which Dominic willingly took. Too bad he couldnt see if her legs were as superb as the rest of her.

His gaze slowly backtracked to the reflection of her lovely face and slammed into mocking and amused emerald eyes the same shade as her dress. Shed caught his appraisal and repaid him in kind with a leisurely inspection of her own. Her gaze descended from his shoulders to his butt and legs. One arched eyebrow clearly stated she intended putting him in his place. He fought a smile over her boldness, but he couldnt prevent a quickening of his pulse. When her eyes found his once more he saw appreciation but no sign of recognition.

Interesting.

She returned her attention to the concierge. In the morning I have to ruin two years worth of dieting and exercise by stuffing myself with wedding cake samples. Please, Im begging you, Mr. Gustavo, give me a guides name tonight so Ill at least have the promise of escape tomorrow.

Escape. The word echoed in Dominics head as he pondered the elevators unusual slowness. He needed time to come to terms with his future, to marrying and having children with a woman he didnt love and might not even like, without the paparazzi shoving cameras in his face. In a word, he needed to escapehence the lack of his usual entourage, dying his blond hair brown and shaving the mustache and beard hed worn since hed first sprouted whiskers.

This would in all likelihood be his last month of peace before all hell broke loose. Once the paparazzi caught wind of the proceedings at the palace they would descend on him like a plague of locusts, and his life would no longer be his own. He could see the headlines now. Widowed Prince Seeks Bride.

Apparently the American needed to escape, as well. Why not do so together? Looking at her would in no way be a hardship, and discovering how shed willingly divorced herself from romance would be an added bonus.

He glanced at Ian. The bodyguard had been with him since Dominics college days and sometimes Dominic swore the older man could read his mind. Sure enough, warning flashed in Ians brown eyes and his burly body stiffened.

The elevator chimed and opened, but instead of stepping inside the cubicle Dominic pivoted toward the concierge stand. Ian hovered in the background, silently swearing, Dominic was sure. Perhaps I could be of assistance, Gustavo.

Gustavos eyebrows shot up, not surprising since the man often arranged Dominics entertainment.

Pardon me for eavesdropping, mademoiselle. I could not help but overhear your request. I would be happy to act as your guide if that meets with your approval? Dominic waited for recognition to dawn in her eyes. Instead a frown pleated the area above her slim nose. From her smooth porcelain skin he guessed her to be in her late twenties or early thirtiesfar too young to have forsaken love. As was he. But what choice did he have when duty called?

Her gaze traveled over his white silk shirt and black trousers and then returned to his face. You work here?

Surprise shot through him. Was his simple disguise so effective? He had hoped to throw off the paparazzi from a distance, but he hadnt expected to fool anyone up close, and yet she apparently didnt know who he was. Admittedly, hed lived as low profile a life as any royal could in the past few years, and he avoided the press more often than not, but stillWas this possible?

Dominic made a split-second decision not to enlighten her. Hed had a lifetime of cloying, obsequious women due to his lineage. Why not enjoy being a normal man for as long as it lasted? I dont work for the hotel, but I am here as often as I can be. Htel Reynard is my favorite establishment.

She looked at Gustavo. Can I trust him?

Gustavo seemed taken aback by the question. As he should be. Dominic, as next in line to the throne of Montagnarde, a small three-island country four hundred miles east of New Zealand, wasnt accustomed to having his integrity questioned.

Certainement, mademoiselle.

Her thickly lashed emerald gaze narrowed on Dominics. Are you familiar with Southern France and Northern Italy?

His favorite playgrounds, and in recent years, prime examples of the types of tourist meccas he intended to develop in his homeland. I am.

Do you speak any languages other than English, because I barely scraped by in my college Latin class, and I only know health-care Spanish.

I am fluent in English, French, Italian and Spanish. I can get by in Greek and German.

Her perfectly arched eyebrows rose. Amusement twinkled in her eyes and curved her lips, rousing something which had lain dormant inside him for many years. Now youre just bragging, but it sounds like youre just the man I need, Mr.?

He hesitated. To continue the masquerade hed have to lie openly not just by omission and he detested liars. But he wanted to spend time with this lovely woman as a man instead of a monarch before fulfilling his duty and marrying whichever woman the royal council deemed a suitable broodmare to his stud service. What could it hurt? He and the American were but ships passing in the night. Or in this case, one small corner of Europe.

Rossi. Damon Rossi. He ignored Gustavos shocked expression and Ians rigid disapproving presence behind him and extended his hand. Dominic hoped neither man would correct the hastily concocted variation of his name or his failure to mention his title.

Madeline Spencer. The brunettes fingers curled around his. Her handshake was firm and strong and her gaze direct instead of deferential. When had a woman last looked him in the eye and treated him as an equal? Not since Giselle. Unexpected desire hit him hard and fast and with stunning potency.

A similar awareness flickered on Madelines face, expanding her pupils, flushing her cheeks and parting her lips. I guess that only leaves one question. Can I afford you?