Santina's Scandalous Princess

‘And how long will that be, do you think?’

‘It depends how much fun you are.’

‘I think we have different definitions of fun.’

‘I have no doubt about that,’ she assured him, and he gave her a small smile.

‘So, Princess, what do you do with yourself besides shop and party and play?’ There was no real censure to his tone, but Natalia felt it all the same. His choice of words were telling enough. He thought she was shallow. What a surprise. She didn’t actually expect him to think any differently, yet his assumption still annoyed her.

‘What else is there? Unless you’re going to bore me with a lecture about work and duty and the satisfaction of a job well done.’ She rolled her eyes, and even though Ben smiled slightly she still sensed his disapproval.

‘All right, here’s another question. What do you hope to gain from this next month?’

Any number of flip answers could have tumbled off her tongue, yet for some reason Natalia remained silent. Ben’s question seemed so sincere, she was oddly reluctant to offer another jibe. And, she realised, she wanted to know the answer. Unfortunately she was the one who was meant to give it, and she had no idea.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ Ben said softly, echoing her earlier words.

‘I must admit, I haven’t thought about this next month as anything but an endurance test.’

‘Fair enough. It’s all I pitched it as.’

‘But now you’re thinking of something else?’

He shrugged, one powerful shoulder lifting. ‘Only that it’s an awfully long time to just endure.’

She leaned forward with a catlike smile. ‘A perfect reason to end the bet right now. We could both walk away.’

He let out a low laugh. ‘Oh, I wasn’t thinking of anything like that,’ he assured her, his gaze lingering and speculative. ‘Most definitely not.’ The waiter came then with the champagne, popping the cork with a flourish and pouring two glasses of a very expensive vintage. Ben raised his glass in a toast, and Natalia followed suit. ‘To the next twenty-nine days,’ he said, ‘and all they promise.’

Natalia murmured her agreement and took a sip of the champagne, the bubbles crisp on her tongue. What could she gain from the month ahead? Ben’s question bothered her, not just because she didn’t know the answer, but because of what it implied. He made it sound as if this little exercise was meant to teach the spoilt princess a lesson in kindness and compassion, blah, blah, blah. It just showed how lacking Ben thought her in those qualities. And maybe she was. Yet she didn’t know how to change—or if she could.

‘What’s wrong?’ he said, and she looked up, startled that he’d sensed the change in her mood.

‘What on earth could be wrong?’ she replied lightly. ‘I’m drinking some of the best champagne I’ve ever had with a handsome man, even if he is a bit of a stuffed shirt. Maybe a glass or two will loosen him up.’ She gave him a flirtatious look from under her lashes, putting their conversation back on familiar territory, firm ground.

‘Going on the offensive?’ Ben replied drily, startling her again.

‘Is that what you call flirting?’

‘In your case, yes. You don’t like it when I ask questions.’

She couldn’t believe how well he understood her. It made her furious, and a bit scared, and more determined than ever to keep it light. ‘Or perhaps you just don’t like flirting.’

‘Oh, I don’t mind flirting,’ Ben assured her in a lazy drawl that sent unwanted awareness tingling along Natalia’s spine and uncoiling deep inside of her. ‘But you’re not flirting,’ he added, taking a sip of champagne. ‘You’re just trying to keep me from getting to know you.’

She let out an abrupt laugh, the sound sharp and bordering on bitter, and far, far too revealing. ‘You don’t want to get to know me.’

He stilled, his glass halfway raised to his lips. ‘Poor little princess?’ he mocked gently. ‘Nobody understands you? Nobody loves you?’

Natalia stared at him, wanting to laugh it off, needing to, yet somehow she couldn’t. Her chest felt tight, her throat aching. She took a sip of champagne to ease the soreness. ‘Of course,’ she finally said lightly. ‘Would you really expect anything else from me?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Ben said slowly, and Natalia jerked her surprised gaze to his own thoughtful one.

‘I’m an open book,’ she said, raking her hands through her hair and giving him a challenging little smile. ‘Obviously.’