The Billionaire Prince’s Nanny (European Billionaire Beaus 1)

It was for a new paper in Stolvenia, one that wasn’t run by anyone remotely like Papazyan. And she had insisted on a full interview process and a trial run when Armin encouraged her to work there. They might have wanted her for the attention her byline would draw, but she’d wanted to prove to them that her writing and reporting abilities could stand on their own, under any name.

Tonight’s work—because she was on a deadline—was about Stolvenia’s new economic growth.

The manufacturing economy was expanding, and Katie wanted to highlight all the unsung heroes making the biggest difference to the people of Stolvenia. Not the princes, no—even though they were definitely doing their part. But there were several families who had weathered every possible storm in the country since World War II, and they were still working tirelessly to provide jobs and opportunities across the country. Katie was thrilled to be writing about them, and honestly, they were thrilled to have her. She did her due diligence as a journalist, of course, but every time she scheduled an interview, there was a palpable excitement in the air. And why not? The country she now considered her home was on the rise.

“Listen,” came Armin’s voice from the doorway. She turned to find him bathed in the moonlight, wearing nothing but his boxers, his glorious body on full display. “Can it wait?”

“I’m writing about unsung heroes, Prince Armin. Don’t you think they should be, you know, sung?”

“Can they be sung in the morning?” His teeth flashed in a wicked grin. “I need to sing to my fianceé.”

“When you put it that way…”

She allowed herself to be swept up into his arms, laughing all the way to the bedroom.

End of The Billionaire Prince’s Nanny