Princess Royalty

Chapter 2: Very worthy

Her head came up. ‘Plenty of princesses work for their living.’ ‘Not usually those who can boast an ancestry as old as Europe, scattered with the names of every royal house that's existed since the beginning of the millineum.’ Green eyes narrowed and intent, he surveyed her.’ And one with two brothers who have the power and money to cocoon you in luxury. So why aren't you enjoying all that wealth and privilege can offer you?’

The cynical note in his voice rocked her poise. She knew Felipe Cairo's story…he'd left school as soon as he could, worked in the construction business for a couple of years, then made a fortune in property development in the Pacific area before broadening his financial interests and conquering the world.

If she said she wasn't interested in living an aimless, self-indulgent life, she'd just sound smug. So she shrugged and said flippantly, ‘Boredom’s not my thing.’

‘Very Worthy.’ His beautiful sculpted mouth curved in a coolly quizzical smile. ‘But hotel management? I'd have thought to you'd have chosen a career more in keeping with your position in society…a career that gave you plenty of time off for house parties and travel.’

‘Until a month ago I had no position in society,’ she returned crisply. ‘Yes, my grandfather was the Grand Duke of Illyria, but both he and the ruling prince were killed fighting the usurper. The first thing the dictator did once he was in power was abolish all titles and withdraw citizenship from everyone who'd managed to escape.

America granted my father refugee status, and he lived and died plain Mr Tonielli. I was born Carenza Tonielli, and that's who I am still.’

Her tone should have silenced him, but Cairo kept on probing. ‘However, your brothers are now both citizens of Illyria, and Mark is Grand Duke….third in importance to Prince Alex after his small son.’

‘Alex is very persuasive,’ she admitted wryly. ‘Once he'd been crowned, he persuaded us all to renew citizenship, and then convinced Mark to accept the title of Grand Duke, which automatically made Marco a prince and me a Princess. It means nothing to anyone except the Illyrian's.’

His hooded gaze sent an odd tingle through her, but all he said was, ‘I’ve no doubt you'll carry it off very well.’

The practised compliment chafed her pride. Appalled, she realized she wanted much more from him than meaningless flattery. ‘It doesn't change who I am, or what I am.’

A cynical smile curved his hard mouth, but he left the subject. ‘So tell me why the sister of two of the most respected commercial brains I'm the world is planning a career in hospitality.’

Although an inner caution warned her to be circumspect, she opted for the truth…mainly, she admitted reluctantly, driven by a desire to make him understand her. ‘Like Alex and my brothers, I want to help Illyria regain prosperity and peace.

We can earn overseas currency through tourism, but the industry will have to be managed very carefully so that we don't lose what makes Illyria special.’

He inclined his dark head. ‘Exclusive lodges in the mountains.’

‘Yes,’ Dangerously pleased that he understood, she smiled.

‘It makes sense. And of course with your brothers to back you, success is assured.’

Over the years Carenza had learned to hide her shyness with a veneer of composure, but for some unfathomable reason Felipe Cairo had to only look at her to c***k her normally self sufficient mask.

Still, she wasn't going to let him insinuate that she wasn't capable of carrying out her plans. ‘Given hard work and some luck, I hope so,’ She said evenly. ‘Is there anything else you need?’

‘No, that's it for now,’ he said, an undercurrent of amusement in his tone chipping away even more of her poise.

‘I hope you enjoy your meal,’ she said automatically, before escaping to the corridor, huddled in the tattered remains of her poise.

Halfway to the kitchen her steps slowed. In front of one of the big windows overlooking the lake, she stopped to give her racing heart and jumping nerves time to slow down.

Fixing her gaze on the sombre symphony of mountains and lake outside, she blew out a long, shaking breath. Of all the coincidences in the world, this had to be the most incredible!

She'd known Cairo for several years; he was a friend of her older brother, Mark…although she didn't think they'd seen much of each other lately. His buccaneering good looks and formidable presence always made a powerful impression on her, but instinct warned her to keep her distance. The first time she'd met those enigmatic green eyes she'd known she'd be no match for him.

And he'd treated her with a kind of avuncular friendliness that made her feel very young and raw and totally lacking in s*x appeal.

Which she was, compared to the model in his life…the exquisite Jacoba Sinclair, who seemed not to care about his occasional brief affairs with other women. Carenza had no illusions about her own looks.

A year previously she'd danced with Cairo at the wedding of one of her French cousins. She'd accepted his invitation only because to refuse would have been flagrantly rude.

A few months before, he'd broken a young actress's heart, callously discarding her after a whirlwind affair to go back to his off.. again, on.. again mistress. The poor woman had tried to commit suicide, and for a few weeks her tragic, beautiful face had been in all the tabloids. Cairo had remained silent about the affair and eventually the fuss had died down, but it left a sour taste in Carenza's mouth.

She despised philanderers.

So it had been a huge shock to feel a silkily sensuous shudder tighten her skin when his arms closed around her and he swung her onto the dance floor. She'd parried his coolly satirical observations with a few inconsequential words and kept her eyes averted from his spectacular green gaze. Of course he'd danced like a dream, holding her close enough to brush against the lean, honed strength of his big body, yet far enough away to tantalize a part of her Into eager, forbidden awareness.