Christmas with the Prince. Charlene Sands
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he were referring to a work proposal and not a lifetime commitment.
“I have,” she said. “It’s just…well, I’ve been so busy. I’d like a little more time to think it over. It’s a huge decision.”
“Of course. I don’t mean to rush you. I realize that it probably came as something of a surprise.”
“A little, yes. I never realized you had those kinds of feelings for me.”
“You know that I deeply respect you. Both personally and professionally. We make a good team.”
Yes, but a good professional relationship and a good marriage were two entirely different animals. Again she had to wonder, did she want to marry a man who respected her, or one who loved her? A man whom she worked well with, or one who found her so sexually appealing he couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands, off her? One who made her feel all warm and breathless and squishy inside, the way Aaron did.
Don’t even go there, she warned herself. Aaron had no place in this particular equation. Besides, for all she knew William would be fantastic in bed. She’d always considered good sex more of a perk than a necessity.
If that was true, why wasn’t she jumping at his offer?
“Can I ask you a question, William?”
“Of course.”
“Why now? What’s changed from, say, two months ago?”
“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. I’ve always imagined that one day I would get married and have a family. And as you know, I’m not getting any younger. It seemed like a good time.”
It sounded so logical, but that hadn’t exactly been what she was hoping for.
“I guess what I want to know is, why me?”
“Why you?” he said, sounding puzzled. “Why not you?”
“What I mean is, was there a particular reason you asked me?”
“Who else would I ask?”
She was seriously fishing here, and he just didn’t seem to get it. She wasn’t desperate enough to beg for a kind word or two. Like, You’re beautiful or I love you. That would come with time.
Then why, deep down, was a little voice telling her that this was all wrong?
“Things are just so crazy right now,” she told him. “Can you give me a few weeks to think about it?”
“Of course,” he said, his tone so patient and reasonable that it filled her with shame. “Take your time.”
They made random and slightly awkward small talk for several minutes, and William seemed almost relieved when she said she had to go.
She hung up wondering what kind of marriage would they have if the only thing they ever talked about was work? And even worse, he didn’t seem all that interested in getting to know her on a personal level. Would that just take time? Or should the years she had already known him have been time enough?
She thought of Aaron, who asked her questions and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. Why couldn’t William be more like that?
Thoughts like that wouldn’t get her anywhere. William would never be like Aaron—a rich, charming prince. Which was a good thing, because as she’d reminded herself so many times now, Aaron, and men like him, were out of her league. Granted, she had never actually had a relationship with a man like Aaron, but she wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know the way these things worked. Even if Aaron did find her interesting at first, see her as a novelty, it wouldn’t take him long to grow bored with her, for him to realize that she wasn’t as special as he thought. Then he would be back to pursuing a proper mate. A woman with the right family and the proper breeding. Yet she couldn’t help but think of all the fun they could have in the meantime.
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