‘One camera, one photograph, one photographer.’ His tone was acid.
‘But I thought you wanted the world to see that you’re alive and dating? You can’t hide away for ever. You need to get in front of the people. Show them that you care about them. That you’re excited to lead them. And that you’re also not a eunuch.’
‘Excuse me?’
She attempted a shrug that fell short of the mark. ‘One photograph isn’t going to do the job.’
‘You forget there was a riot in my kingdom less than twenty-four hours ago. I can’t be seen living it up in Paris, proving my manhood, while my people are suffering. The article will stress heavily that I’m on my way home, possibly with a potential bride in tow. The intention is to take their minds off their anxiety without making it seem like I’ve forgotten about them, is it not?’
‘Yes, of course. I’ll take care of it.’
As she made unnecessary notes in her tablet her mind raced. She could feel the waves of tension coming off his body, and knew Reyes would rather be in Santo Sierra, seeing to his people, than here in Paris vetting potential brides.
While the thought perplexingly lifted her heart, she couldn’t help but be concerned for him.
‘Have you thought about what you’ll do about Mendez?’ she asked.
His mouth compressed. Wedging his elbow on the armrest, he glanced at her. ‘Once the wedding is done and I’ve elected a new council, I’ll make him a take-it-or-leave-it offer. The time for pandering to his whim is over.’
She nodded. When he turned to look out of the window, she stared at his profile. The question she’d been avoiding hovered on the tip of her tongue.
‘Can I ask you a question?’ she blurted.
Grey eyes narrowed on her. ‘Go ahead.’
‘Why are there no pictures of you taken since your mother died?’
A chilled look entered his eyes. ‘Because I don’t court publicity. Not like...’ He stopped and exhaled harshly.
Her heart clenched at the bleakness in his eyes. ‘Like your mother? I know she liked to...that she was a media darling.’
‘Less of a darling, more of a whore,’ he countered mercilessly.
Jasmine flinched. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Why? We finally have something in common. Mothers who would’ve been better off remaining childless.’
‘I wouldn’t go as far as that. After all, if that had happened, neither you or I would be here.’
His gaze raked her face, as if he were trying to burrow under her skin, see inside her soul again. ‘And our night in Rio would never have happened,’ he murmured.
Her breath stalled. ‘No...I guess not.’
‘Do you regret that, Jasmine?’ he rasped.
‘I like it when you call me Jasmine. Miss Nichols makes me sound like a kindergarten teacher.’
A low, deep laugh broke from his lips, but he continued to stare at her. Then he lifted his hand and traced a finger down her cheek. ‘You haven’t answered my question, Jasmine.’
‘Do I regret Rio?’ The truth wasn’t difficult to admit. But she feared the can of worms she would be opening by admitting it, even to herself. She licked her dry bottom lip. ‘The first part, not at all. It was the most memorable night of my life.’
His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. ‘And the second part?’ he demanded.
‘The second part...very, very much. I would do anything to take it back.’
He said nothing, but he nodded after several seconds. And she dared to hope that he believed her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE DINNER JACKET he wore felt tight, restrictive. And someone had turned up the temperature in the private dining room. Or had it been turned down?
Dios...
Reyes passed a finger underneath his collar and moved the food around on his plate.
‘I would need to fly to Europe at least twice a month. I have a standing appointment for full works at my favourite spa in Switzerland.’ Carefully styled blond hair curtained to one side as the duchess tilted her head. ‘That won’t be a problem, will it?’
The bread basket. Suddenly, Reyes needed it more than he needed to breathe.
‘Reyes...you don’t mind me calling you Reyes, do you? Or do you prefer Rey?’ She smiled.
Perfect teeth. Perfect hair. Perfect manicure.
No character-forming scars on her body. As Jasmine had across her palm. Or that thin two-inch scar on her shoulder.