Princess Australia. Nicola Marsh
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you hire a designer to create this room?’
Natasha shook her head, a burst of pride making her sit up straighter, and she quelled the urge to sniffle. ‘I did it.’
‘Really?’
If his eyebrows shot any higher, they would’ve reached the elaborate cornices lining the patterned ceiling.
‘That’s right. I wanted to create a home away from home for weary travellers. It’s the type of room I’d like to spend time in if I was stuck in a hotel miles away from everything familiar.’
Her voice rose as she spoke, filled with excitement, and she marvelled at the sudden change. It had been a long time since she’d felt anything bar intense, draining responsibility. She’d made a major mess of things and she had to clean it up.
Where every day used to bring joy and a thrill as she flitted from task to task, the last year had brought nothing but guilt, recrimination and a weary determination to do a job she used to love wholeheartedly.
But that was all about to change. Starting with the prince-playing-hooky sitting in front of her, if he agreed to help.
‘You’ve captured the exact feeling I had when I first sat down,’ he said, glancing around the room with a sparkle in his eyes before his gaze came to rest on her. ‘You’re a very talented woman.’
‘Thank you.’
She blushed, an annoying surge of heat that probably made her look like a sideshow clown. Somehow, his simple compliment meant more to her than all the accolades she’d received in the hotel business.
She really was in a soppy mood. Time to escape before she did something silly like beg him to head up the Towers’ next ad campaign or, better yet, grovel in the hope he would book out the Presidential Suite for the next decade. Both would be financial boons and either option would get them out of trouble.
Making an obvious show of glancing at her watch, she said, ‘If our meeting here is over, I really must go.’
The cheeky glint in his eyes faded. ‘Ah, yes, your secret assignation.’
That’s your game, bucko, not mine.
Thankfully, she bit back that retort. ‘Nothing too secret about meeting my best friend for our daily catch-up at our favourite trattoria.’
She could’ve sworn she saw relief in his eyes before his super-sexy smile drew her attention. ‘You meet your friend every day?’
She nodded, knowing she would never have survived the last few years without brash, exuberant Ella, the sweetest, most loyal friend a girl could ever wish for. The two of them had met through Telford Towers when Ella had moved into one of the apartments five years ago.
The dastardly duo, her mum had called them.
Natasha preferred ‘dynamic duo’ because that’s how great Ella made her feel. Her best friend was reliable and loads of fun. And it seemed like so long since she’d had any.
‘Yeah, keeps us sane. Nothing better than unwinding over a latte at the end of a hard day.’
‘You are lucky.’
He shrugged, a simple, eloquent gesture that spoke volumes when combined with the wistful tone in his voice.
At that precise moment, Natasha could’ve sworn the prince sounded lonely. Very lonely.
‘I know. Now, I’m sorry, but I really must dash.’
She stood quickly, eager to put distance between them before she leaned over and gave him a comforting hug. He looked like he needed one.
Though maybe that had more to do with her crazy hormones coming to life after a few glimpses of his muscled chest beneath cotton?
Either way, she wasn’t sticking around.
‘Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. And for agreeing to assist with that other matter.’ He stood and gave a strange, little formal bow which made her want to giggle, considering his bad-boy outfit.
Guys with day-old stubble, unruly hair and faded denim didn’t bow. They rode motorbikes and broke hearts maybe, but bowing? Uh-uh.
‘If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me,’ she said out of habit as she grabbed her purse and stood.
Not that His Sneaky Highness would need anything more of her. She bet he had his whole week planned out, starting with a rendezvous with the royal floozy.
‘How do you propose I do that?’
She halted, surprised by the hint of urgency in his voice. ‘Uh…through Reception.’
He sent her a sceptical look as if knowing she was giving him the brush-off.
Okay, so it wouldn’t be too smart to get her walking, talking promo-dream offside this early. She needed to appear a tad friendlier, more approachable.
Unsure if what she was about to do was the right thing or a huge mistake, she rifled through her purse and handed him a business card. ‘Or, here’s my mobile. You can contact me on that number if you need anything.’
As long as it wasn’t a triple choc-fudge sundae in the middle of the night!
‘Thank you. I appreciate it.’
Natasha returned his smile, knowing he was only being polite but unable to shake the deep-seated niggle that there was more to this prince’s charade than met the eye—and she’d just handed him an easy way to involve her in it!
CHAPTER THREE
‘YOU’RE late.’
Ella tapped her watch and sent a mock glower Natasha’s way as her friend rushed into Trevi’s and fell into her usual seat.
‘Sorry,’ Natasha said, unable to stop a smile spreading across her face.
She’d never been any good at keeping gossip involving guys from her best friend and, considering the afternoon she’d had, starting with meeting Dante and ending in agreeing to assist his clandestine plans, she knew this would be another one of those times where she couldn’t help but share. Every last juicy detail…
‘No, you’re not.’ Ella grinned and gestured for Luigi, their favourite waiter, to bring them the usual. ‘You’ve got that look that says you’ve been up to no good. And enjoying it way too much.’
Natasha laughed and threw her hands up in surrender. ‘Give me a chance to catch my breath! And remind me to never try and hide anything from you. What are you anyway—the secret police?’
Ella pounced as soon as the words left her mouth. ‘Ah! So you do have a secret! Come on, tell all.’
‘Can’t I at least wait till my mocha-cappuccino arrives?’
‘No!’ Ella shouted, and Luigi’s head snapped up from the coffee machine, an indulgent smile on his face as he winked at his two favourite customers. Though Natasha suspected he said that to all the girls.
Natasha usually enjoyed toying with Ella, feeding her tiny titbits of gossip gleaned from her varied and unusual jobs in the hotel. However, by the avaricious gleam in Ella’s eyes, she knew now wasn’t one of those times to tease. Besides, she had the strangest urge to blurt the whole truth out and get her friend’s point of view.
‘Okay. Though what I’m about to say must adhere strictly to our lips-zipped policy, right?’
‘Absolutely,’ Ella said, miming a quick-lock zip over her lips and throwing away the key. ‘It’s nothing serious, is it?’
‘No, everything’s fine.’
She’d make sure of it.
There was no way she’d ever burden her friend with her financial troubles or the fact she could lose her home if the Towers went