The Prince marriage to the Gold Digger

chapter 6. getting rid of him

When the doorbell rang , she scramble to answer it, glad to have some company, even if the caller knew nothing about the dog. Perhaps it was Charles, who was always so clam, though he would be as useless as she . she jerked the door open and Prince Williams stepped in as if he owned the house, closing the door behind him. Then he swung on her and she had a glimpse of a grim, angry face before his expression change abruptly.

He took in her jeans-clad figure, her mane of hair and tear-streaked face, and he looked incredulous, as if he didn't believe it was really her.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he produced a hankerchief and offered it to her.

Without thinking, she took it and scrubbed at her cheeks.

"It.......it's my dog ,"she said thinly, and gulped back fresh tears. "I don't think she can have her puppies, and I get a vet on the phone.........."

He frowned. "Your dog is really having puppies?"

For answers, she burst into a fresh flow of tears, hiding her face in the handkerchief. her shoulders shook with force of her sobs and after a moment her felt an arm slide about her waist.

"Don't cry," Prince Williams murmured. "Where's she? Perhaps I can help. "

Of course, why not? Should thought of that herself ; everyone knew billionaire Prince were trained in animal husbandry, she told myself hysterically as she led the way into the kitchen.

But despite the incongruity of it, Prince Williams took off his jacket and slung it over the back of a chair, removed the gold studs from his cuffs and slid them into his pants pocket, then rolled up the sleeve of his white silk shirts.

He squatted on his heels besides Samantha's bed and she knelt next to him, because Samantha was inclined to be snappy with stranger even when she was in the best of moods. But now did not offer to snap at him, only watched him with pleading, liquid eyes as he ran his hands gently over her swollen body and examined her.

When he had finished, he stroked Samantha's head gently and murmured some Greek word's to her that had a soft sound to them, then he turned his head to smile reassuringly at me.

"Everything seems to be normal. We should see a pup any minute now."

"Really?" she demanded, her excitement spiralling as her fear eased. "Samantha is all right?"

"Yes, you've worried yourself to tears for nothing. Hasn't she had a litter before?"

Ruefully she shook her head, explaining. "I've always kept her in before. But this time she managed to slip away from me and got yourself in this, and well, you know how it goes."

"M'mmm, yes, I know how it goes," he mocked gently. His black eyes ran over her slim build and made her aware that he had a second meaning for his statement. He was a man and he looked on her as a woman, with a woman's uses, and instinctively she withdrew from his masculine appraisals. But despite that, despite everything he had said to her that afternoon, she felt better now that he was here. Whatever else he was, the man was capable.

Samantha gave a , sharp yelp and she turned anxiously to my dog. Prince Williams put his arm about her shoulder pulled her against his side so that felt seared by the warmth of his body.

"See, it's beginning," he murmured. "There's the first pup."

she knelt there enthralled, her eyes as wide and wondrous as a child, while Samantha produced five slick, squirming little creatures, which she nudged one by one against the warmth of her belly.

When it became obvious that Samantha had finished at five, when all of the squeaking little things were snuggled against the furry black belly and the dog was lying there in tired contentment,

Prince Williams got to his feet and drew she to hers, holding her for a moment until the feeling had returned to her numb legs

"Is this the first birth you've witnessed?" He asked, tilting her chin up with his thumb and smiling down into her dazed eyes.

"Yes...... wasn't it marvellous?" she breathed.

"Marvellous," he agreed. The smile faded from his lips and he studied the face that was turned up to him. When he spoke, his voice was low and even.

"Now everything is fine; your tear have dried, and you're a lucky young woman. I came over here determined to shake some manners into you. I advise you not to hang up on me again. Ursula . My temper is"....... here he gave a shrug of his wide shoulder, as if in acceptance of something he could not change.... "not calm."

Half-consciously she registered the fact that he had used her given name, and that his tongue had seemed to linger over the syllables, then she impulsively placed my hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry," she apologized warmly. "I wouldn't have done it if I haven't been so worried about Samantha. I was trying to call the vet."

"I realize that now. But at the time I thought you were merely getting rid of me, and very rudely, too. I wasn't in a good mood anyway after you had walked out on me this afternoon. But when I saw you...... his eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down again. "You made me forget my anger."

she stared at him blankly for a moment before she realized that she hadn't any makeup on , her hair was tumbled about her shoulder, and worse than that , she was barefoot! The wonder was that he had even recognized her!

He had been geard up to smash a sophisticated woman of the world, and instead he had found a weeping, tousled girl who did not quite reach his shoulders. A blush warmed her cheeks.

Nervously she pushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I........umm......I must look a mess," I stammered, and he reached out and touched the streaked gold of her hair, making her forget in midsentence what she had been saying.

"No, you don't look a mess," he assured her absently, watching the hair slide alone his dark fingers. "You look disturbing young, but lovely for all your wet lashes and swollen lids," his black eyes flickered back to her ." Have you had your dinner, Ursula ?"

"Dinner?" she asked vaguely , before she mentally kicked herself for not being faster than that and assuring she had indeed already had my meal.

"Yes, dinner," he mocked. "I can see that you haven't. Slip into a dress and I'll take you out for dinner. We still have business to discuss and I think it would be wiser if the discussion did not take place in the privacy of your home.