Chapter 2Prince Augusto Iberia looked up just in time to see her come out of the locker room, looking fresh as a chrysanthemum.
Without a glance, the young woman walked briskly past him along the manicured walkway and was several steps ahead of him before he'd recovered, breathless at her beauty.
“Hey, wait …” Augusto hurried to catch up with her, surprised at how swiftly she walked. The fresh blush of exertion reddened his cheeks.
She didn't stop.
“Miss? Miss, may I speak with you?” He felt a touch dismayed at having to ask, the attention usually accorded him nowhere to be found in her.
“I've got seminar—no time to chat, sorry,” she said, a quick glance over her shoulder.
“I'll walk with you.”
“As you wish,” she replied, still not looking at him.
“I'm—” he took three quick steps t
