Santina's Scandalous Princess

‘Really,’ Natalia said, and didn’t even bother sounding     surprised. Wasn’t she the same? She just hadn’t possessed the courage to take it     as far as Sophia apparently had done. ‘Where has she gone?’

‘She has stowed away on the airplane of the Maharajah Ashok     Achari.’

‘Ash?’ Natalia said incredulously.     Ash was one of her brother Alex’s oldest friends, and as such had visited the     palazzo several times. Sophia, Natalia suspected, had always had a bit of a     crush on him. But to stow away on a plane…! She felt a thrill of admiration as     well as envy. She might have made a few scenes, caused a few minor scandals, but     she’d never done something really brave.

‘The media is going wild,’ Zoe said in disgust. Both of her     parents hated the press, though they recognised the need to appease the people’s     desire for press coverage of the royal family. ‘Between this and how they’ve     taken to Alex’s intended—’ Her mother stopped abruptly. ‘Really, I cannot     conceive what your sister was thinking.’

She’d taken her future into her own hands—in a way Natalia     never had.

Zoe sighed. ‘The media is having a field day with Alex’s choice     of bride and now Sophia and Ash are having a hasty, patched-up wedding. Your     father was quite right in having you volunteer for the Jackson boy. In these     precarious times we must do what needs to be done.’

Ah, Natalia thought, royal duty. Of course.

Zoe turned to Natalia, her expression now one of kindly appeal.     ‘I know this volunteering might be a bit…difficult for you,’ she said, and     Natalia stiffened. Her mother’s sympathy was far worse than her scold. ‘But the     positive publicity really is important now.’ She smiled sadly and spread her     hands wide. ‘We’re depending on you, Natalia.’

CHAPTER THREE

NATALIA stood in front of Ben Jackson’s office building on one of the best streets of the business district and took a deep breath. She’d had a fraught morning. The palazzo was still in uproar over Sophia and Ash’s scandalous elopement, and the paparazzi had hounded Natalia all the way to the door of the chauffeured car that would take her into the city. Fortunately the driver, Enrico, had lost them on the winding, cobbled streets of Santina’s capital city and now Natalia was left mercifully alone. But not for long. News of her volunteering would leak out and then she would be hounded again. She could just imagine how the press would handle her sudden charitable streak. Bad Girl Plays at Being Good. No one would take it at face value, or consider it admirable. She knew that. Her mother might be depending on her to bring in some good press, but Natalia doubted she could be the one to do it.

Sophia had always been the darling of the media, and even Carlotta’s sins were quietly forgiven, since she was so obviously repentant. But Natalia? She was the party girl—shallow, selfish, reckless and wild—and the paparazzi had no desire for her to shake off her role. Neither, it seemed, did Ben Jackson. From their conversation two days ago, Natalia suspected he was quite looking forward to seeing her fail. She straightened her shoulders and started towards the office. Today she would begin proving him wrong…and making his life hell in the process.

‘You’re late.’ Natalia had just stepped into the building when Ben appeared in his own office doorway, tapping his gold and silver watch. ‘Ten minutes after nine, Princess.’

‘Please, call me Natalia,’ she said with exaggerated

graciousness. ‘Or if you prefer, Your Highness.’

Ben’s lips twitched even as he narrowed his eyes. ‘We’re informal in this office. Everyone will call you Natalia.’

Natalia glanced at the three people working in the front office, two women and a man, all of their mouths agape, their eyes as wide as saucers.

‘And,’ Ben continued, his voice hardening, ‘everyone arrives on time.’

‘Of course,’ Natalia replied smoothly. ‘It’s just that I had some difficulties avoiding the press. They were parked outside the palazzo all morning. And not on my account, I might add.’ She gave him a smilingly pointed look as she took off her light silk trench coat and held it out. The woman behind the receptionist desk hurried to take it and Ben’s face darkened.