Twice a Princess. Susan MeierЧитать онлайн книгу.
smiled. Once again, the combination of his maturing appearance and his slightly changed name had hidden his identity.
And for the first time in his acquaintance with pampered Princess Meredith, he had the upper hand.
“I’m Alexander Rochelle,” he said as he took the hand she had extended, playing along because he was about to zap her and he was going to enjoy it. “What did you say your name was?”
“I’m also Merry Montrose. I’m the namesake of my aunt.”
“Well, Merry Montrose, I own this resort. And though your aunt Merry certainly did have the power to hire her replacement, you must be approved by me.”
Merry said, “I understand.”
She understood? Her agreement astounded Alexander so much he almost took a pace back. Since when did Princess Merry accept a situation she didn’t like?
Maybe she hadn’t gotten the full message.
“Not only do I have the power to reject her choice, but in this case I’m not sure I agree with her decision.”
Her expression became grave. “Again, I understand. This is all coming out of the blue for you. But my aunt didn’t hire me to take her place permanently. I’m here to find her replacement.” She caught his gaze and smiled prettily. “So she doesn’t feel horrible for leaving you without warning.”
Alexander swallowed as unwanted sexual awareness snaked through him. Princess Meredith had one powerful smile. His betrothed might be a spoiled brat, but she was a gorgeous spoiled brat. Shiny auburn hair framed her face and set off the unusual violet hue of her eyes. Her full, glossy lips begged to be kissed. The suit she wore showcased her absolutely perfect figure. Any man would find her attractive.
Luckily, he’d learned his lesson about falling under the spell of her beauty. He took a step back, away from her.
Princess Meredith continued, “My aunt told me so much about your resort that I’m probably the best person to find someone to replace her. From the minute she began her work here, I knew her every move,” she said with a light laugh, cajoling him, flirting with him, again shooting sexual responses through his veins, tempting him to flirt back.
Determined not to let her get to him, Alexander didn’t answer right away. He didn’t understand why Princess Meredith wished to perform the menial task of replacing her aunt, but he also realized he wasn’t handling the situation properly. As owner of the resort, he shouldn’t be wondering why Princess Merry was here. His real concern should be that he’d lost his perfect manager. And without explanation. He and Merry Montrose were close enough that she wouldn’t have left without telling him.
“I walked your aunt to her villa last night and she never mentioned retiring.”
“She didn’t realize how tired she was until she awakened this morning.” Princess Merry smiled brightly. “I think she would have worked here forever if things hadn’t…changed…last night.”
Alexander honed in on the mistake. “Something changed? I thought you said she was merely tired?”
“Tired enough to retire,” Princess Meredith assured him. “She’d never been quite that tired before.”
Alexander crossed his arms on his chest as Princess Meredith stood smiling at him, waiting for his verdict. He’d known Merry Montrose was tired, but he also knew she was proud of the job she’d done at La Torchere and he didn’t believe she was the type of person to retire. More than that, though, as the owner of a resort, he was quite familiar with the power of a good vacation. Even if Merry were exhausted enough to think she needed to retire, he genuinely believed that once his very active manager got two weeks of peace and privacy she would be bored. And he had to wonder if she hadn’t sent her spoiled niece, a woman with no experience at all, because she was trying to hold her job for herself without looking obvious.
That made a great deal of sense.
Princess Meredith being chosen as a temporary replacement also meant there was a good possibility Alexander would get his wonderful manager back. All he had to do was work with Princess Meredith for about two weeks.
He studied her delicate features, her pretty eyes, her serene smile. Whether those weeks would be two loooong weeks or two short weeks would be determined by the behavior of his betrothed. Merry Montrose might not have known she was sending her niece to work for her future husband, but Alexander knew. And he wasn’t sure he could work with his spoiled, selfish fiancée long enough for Merry Montrose to realize she wanted her old job back.
The phone rang and, jarred out of his thoughts, Alexander noticed he and Merry had attracted a crowd of curious staff who milled around the lobby desk pretending to be busy. If he didn’t make a decision quickly, he and Merry would undoubtedly be the topic of conversation at lunch today.
He glanced at his betrothed with her sexy little suit, her soft violet eyes and her shiny auburn hair that caught the sunlight pouring in from the skylight above the fountain. The only real weapon she had was sex appeal, and it would be a cold, frosty day in hell when he let sex appeal affect the way he ran his business or distract him from doing what he needed to do.
“Let’s talk in your aunt’s office,” he said, directing Princess Meredith to a corridor to the right. Without waiting for her, he walked away.
Because he kept his gait deliberately long, Merry scrambled to keep up with him. “I’m sorry Aunt Merry quit without giving notice.”
He frowned. Since when did Princess Meredith know about notices? “Don’t worry about it. I realized myself that she was tired.”
“Then you understand?”
Actually, he probably understood a lot better than Princess Meredith did. Right now Merry Montrose needed rest, and the only way Alexander could assure she would return would be if he kept Meredith here so Merry Montrose would know her job was still open.
He wasn’t thrilled with the situation, but he did have the upper hand, so he wasn’t worried.
“Yes. I understand.”
They reached the doorway to Merry’s office, but rather than go inside, he stopped.
“You can stay.”
“You won’t be sorry!” Merry said and just barely stifled the urge to throw her arms around him and kiss him soundly. But before she had a chance, Alexander Rochelle pivoted and was halfway down the hall to the lobby.
Merry sighed. This was not working out the way she had hoped. She’d seen the flares of sexual awareness that flamed in Alexander’s eyes but he’d quickly banked them as if he didn’t want to be attracted to her.
Stepping into her office and walking across the charming blue-and-white braided rugs that sat atop the hardwood floors, Merry considered that maybe Alexander had tempered his reaction to her because he didn’t get personally involved with employees. After all, she’d never seen him “date” a member of the staff. She decided that would be a reasonable, but conquerable, problem—except, having any kind of difficulty to overcome took away precious time. She would have to think of something spectacular to force him to get beyond his reservations quickly.
In fact, now that she had explained crone Merry Montrose’s disappearance and had herself established as the resort manager, the next order of business was calling her father to see how much time she did have.
She fell to the slate-blue leather chair behind the honey-colored desk, lifted the receiver of the cordless phone and dialed his private number. She waited three rings before his manservant answered.
“Charles! Charles! It’s Princess Merry! My goodness! It’s so good to hear your voice.”
Dead silence greeted her and Merry frowned. She supposed she should expect this kind of reaction. Not only had she been out of touch for seven years, but also she hadn’t exactly been the kindest princess in the world.
“I’m