The Prince marriage to the Gold Digger

chapter 8. putting on a good act.

she wasn't certain just what he meant by that, but she knew better than to ask for an explanation.

Reluctantly she agreed. "It will take me about ten minutes," she said. "Would you like a drink while I'm dressing?"

"No, I'll wait until you can join me ," he said.

she ran upstairs and washed her face in cold water, which made her feel immensely better. As she applied her make-up, she noticed that her mouth was curve into a little smile and that wouldn't go away. When she had completed her make-up, she took a look at herself and was disturbed by the picture she presented. Because of her bout of weeping, her lids were swollen, but with eye shadow and mascara applied, they looked merely sleepy and he irises gleamed darkly, wetly green, long Egyptian eyes that had the llok of passion satisfied. her cheeks bloomed with color, natural color, because her heart was racing in my breast, and could feel the plus throbbing in my lips, which were still smiling.

Because it was evening, she twisted her hair into a swirl atop her head and secured it with a gold butterfly clasp. she would wear a long dress, and she knew exactly the one she wanted. her hands were shaking slightly as she wear it out of the closet, a halter- necked silk of the purest white, almost glittering in its paleness. she stepped into it and pulled the bodies up, then fastened the straps behind her neck.

The dress molded itself to her breast like another skin, then the line silk fell in graceful folds to her feet......actually, beyond her feet, until she stepped into her shoes. Then the length was perfect.she slung a gold gauze wrap over her arm and she was ready, except for stuffing a comb and lipstick into a tiny evening bag...... and remembering at the last minute to include her house key.

she had to descend the stairs in a more dignified manner than she had gone up them, for the delicate straps of her shoes were not made for running, and she was only halfway down when Prince Williams appeared from the living room and come to stand at the foot of the stairs, waiting for her, His gleaming eyes took in every inch of her in the shimmering white silk and she shivered under the expression she could see in them . He looked.........hungry. Or......what?

When she reached the bottom step, she stopped and looked at him , eye to eye, but still could not decided just what it was that glittered in those black depths.

He put his hand on her arm and drew her down the last step, then without a word took the gold warp and placed it about her bare shoulders.

she quiveverd involuntary under his touch, and his gaze leaped up to hers ; this time it was all she could do to meet it evenly, for she was disturbed by her response to the lightest touch of his fingers.

"You are ........ more than beautiful," he said quietly.

What did that mean? she licked my lips certainly and his hand tightened on her shoulders a quick glance upward revealed that his gaze had fastened on her tongue. her heart leaped wildly in response to the look she saw, but he dropped his hands from her and stepped back

"If we don't go now, we won't go at all," he said, and she knew exactly what that means. He wanted me. Either that, or he was putting on a very good act, and the more she thought about it the more such an act seemed likely. Hasn't he admitted that he always tried his charm on a woman in order to get his own way.

He certainly must want those shares, she mused feeling more comfortable now that she had decided that he was only putting on the amorous act in order to get around her on the shares. Prince Williams in a truly amorous mood must be devdevastated to a woman sense, she thought, but her own leaping sense had calmed with the realization of what he was up to and she was once more able to think clearly. she supposed, she would have to sell the shares; Charles had advised it, and she knew now that she would certainly not be able to continuously defy this man.

she would tell him over dinner that she was willingly to sell the share to him.

He had turned out all of the light except for a dim one in the kitchen for Samantha, and now he checked to make certain the door was locked behind them .

"Haven't you any help living with you?" He asked, frowning, his hand sliding under her elbow as they walk to his car.

"No," I replied, amusement evident in her voice. "I'm not very messy and i don't eat very much, so I don't need any help.

"But that means you're alone at night."

"I'm not frightened, not with Samantha. She sets up a howl at a strange footsteps, and besides, Sallie and Joel Reese are in the other side, so I'm not really alone. "

He opened the door of the powerful Lamborghini sports car he was driving and help her into the seat, than went around to his side .

she buckled the safety belt, looking with interest at the various dials and gauges. This thing looked like the cockpit of an airplane, and the car was at odds with what she had expected of him.

"Where was the huge black limousine with the uniform chauffeur? As he slid into his seat and buckled up , she said,"

"Do you always drive yourself?"

"No, but there are times when a chauffeur's presence isn't desirable," he said smiling a little.

The powerful engine roared into life and he put the car into gear, moving forward with smooth rush of power that puch her back into her seat.

"Did you sell the country estate?" He asked from out of nowhere, making her wonder just how much he did know about her. More than just how much he'd know about her. More than just that vicious gossip, evidently; but he had known Robert before their marriage, so it was natural that he should know about Robert's country home.

"Robert sold that a year before he died," she said steadily. " And after his death, I let the penthouse go; it was far too big and costly for just me. My half-house is just large enough.

"I would have thought a smaller apartment would have been better,"

"I really don't like apartment, and then, there was Samantha. She needs room to run , and the neighbourhood is friendly, with a lot of children."

"No very glamorous," he commented dryly, and her ire rose a bit before she stifled it with surge of humor.

"Not unless you think line of drying laundry are glamorous ," I agreed, laughing a little. "But its quite, and it suit me."

" In that dress, you look as if you should be surrounded by diamond and mink , not lines of laundry."

"Well, what about you?" She asked cheerfully. "You in your slik shirt and expensive suit, squatting down to help a dog have puppies?" despite your Royalty.

He flashed her a look that glinted in the green light from dash.

"On the island, life is much simpler than in London and Paris. I grew up there, running wild like a young goat.,"

she had a picture of him as a thin young boy, his black eyes flashing as he ran barefoot over the rough hill of his island. Had the years and the money and the layers of sophistication stifled the wildness of his early year? They, Even as she formed the thought in her mind , she knew that he was still wild and untamed, despite the silk shirts he wore. and his Royalty .