Santina's Scandalous Princess

‘Jackson Enterprises Youth Sports,’ she read slowly. She     glanced up at him, gave him a wicked smile. ‘You’ve got your name all over this     project, haven’t you?’

‘What should I have called it?’ Ben snapped. He leaned forward,     suddenly goaded into proving himself, even though he knew it was ridiculous.     ‘These camps mean a great deal to me, Princess, and I’d advise you not to     stretch my patience too far. You have no idea what I’m capable of.’

She stared at him, the T-shirt clutched to her chest with one     fist. ‘And I’ll say the same to you,’ she said quietly. ‘You have no idea what I’m capable of, Ben Jackson.’

* * *

Natalia stood outside Ben Jackson’s office building,     blinking in the bright sunlight and willing her heart to stop thudding.

Thirty days.

How could she do it? How could she survive? Ben Jackson’s     mocking voice echoed in her head, reverberated through her body.

Read and count. You’re really quite accomplished.

He had no idea. Thirty days in an office would be a month of     living hell. She’d had Carlotta’s help to cover herself in school, but now…? How     long would it take Ben to figure out her weaknesses? Mock them?

And yet despite the fear that coursed through her like liquid     silver, Natalia felt something else just as strong: a blazing streak of     determination. She wanted, more than anything, to prove Ben Jackson wrong.     Annoying him in the process would be a pleasant bonus.

Her mouth curved into a grim smile as she imagined just how     aggravating she could be to Ben. After all, he hadn’t qualified his bet with any     sort of progress or achievement on her part. All she had to do was show up and     stick it out. And make his life miserable in the process…just as he would     undoubtedly make hers.

And then, after thirty days, she would have won. Now she smiled     with anticipation as she imagined what she would command him to do. Fetch her     slippers? Write an abject public apology in the press? Have him follow her     around like a lapdog? Another tantalising possibility slid through her mind, a     sly whisper of just what Ben Jackson could do for her…and to her…

She pictured those broad shoulders and trim hips, those eyes     darkened with desire…those long-fingered hands roving over her body with     languorous intent. Then she pushed the images away. No, she had no interest in     that. Ben Jackson was too autocratic and arrogant to be anything but her boss.     Besides, she might flirt and date and have it written up in a tabloid as a     torrid affair, but in reality she was very choosy with her relationships. That     was one lesson she’d learned all too easily.

The smile died from her lips as she considered what lay between     her and winning the wager. Thirty days. Thirty days of working hard—Ben would do     his best, she knew, to keep her nose to the grindstone. She sighed, her     shoulders slumping before she drew herself up again. She wasn’t afraid of     working hard. She just didn’t know if it could produce any meaningful     result.

Back at the palazzo Natalia was surprised to find her father     closeted with a handful of advisers and her mother in a ferment of anxiety. She     asked for Natalia to come to her private rooms upon her return, which she did.     Despite her party-going antics, Natalia had yet to disobey a direct order.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked, and Queen Zoe raised perfectly     plucked eyebrows.

‘What’s going on? Only that your foolish sister has run     off!’

Natalia slid her sunglasses up onto her head. ‘Sophia?’ she     guessed, thinking of her father’s words this morning. Her own twin, Carlotta,     had already shamed the Santina family by having a child out of wedlock and was     trying to live a quiet life in Italy. Natalia didn’t think on top of that she’d     just disappear.

‘Yes, Sophia,’ Zoe said with a worried huff. ‘Apparently she     would rather ruin her reputation than marry Prince Rodriguez.’