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wanting her, in fact. No, Anastazia’s behavior made it clear she didn’t want to hear any of those things from him.
So he said nothing.
They arrived outside her apartment a few minutes later, Tomas parking the car before immediately getting out to come round to the back of the vehicle to open Anastazia’s door for her so she could step out onto the pavement.
“Don’t bother to get out.” She didn’t look directly at Alexandre as he would have slid across the seat to follow her. “Thank you for this evening. I— No matter what you may think, I did enjoy myself.” Her gaze was lowered to the pavement rather than him as she turned and walked away.
To hell with that!
Alexandre caught up with her as she was putting in the code to open the door and enter the building. He grasped her arm and swung her round to face him, his anger dissipating as she looked up at him with blue eyes swimming in tears. “Anastazia!” he groaned as he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly against him, his cheek resting on the top of her sweet-smelling hair.
Stazzi’s arms moved about Alexandre’s waist, her cheek pressed against his chest as her tears now dampened the front of his shirt. “Please don’t be angry with me.”
He snorted. “You do know that your ex-boyfriend is an idiot, don’t you?” He couldn’t hold back on that comment any longer.
She laughed without humor. “I do, yes.”
“Good.” Alexandre held her tighter still. “I’m not asking this time, Anastazia, I’m telling you. We’re having dinner together tomorrow evening at seven o’clock in my hotel suite.”
She lifted her head to look up at him quizzically. “Oh, we are, are we?”
“Yes.” He returned her gaze challengingly. “Dress casual. We’ll order room service, burgers maybe, and then we’ll watch a movie together of your choosing. Okay?”
Her smile was less strained. “Okay.”
“And if Daniel Meyers wants to know what you’re doing in my suite, you can tell him I want to discuss the arrangements for the rest of the week.” He dismissed that problem.
She eyed him teasingly. “What arrangements would they be?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he announced arrogantly. “But you can rest assured they all involve the two of us getting to know each other better.”
“Okay,” she said again.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“That’s all it took to get you to agree?” His brows rose. “A little bit of arrogance on my part?”
“Well, it was hardly little, and you are a prince…”
He winced. “Don’t remind me.”
She laughed softly. “Not as glamorous as it sounds?”
“Not glamorous at all.” He sighed with a pointed look at the bodyguards who had left the limousine and black SUV and were now standing only feet away in a protective circle, not quite in listening distance but close enough to make their presence felt. “No privacy either.”
Anastazia glanced at the other men too. “I see what you mean. Okay, burgers from room service and a movie tomorrow evening it is.”
“Thank you.”
She eyed him mischievously. “You don’t know what movie I’m going to choose yet!”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be watching the movie anyway,” he confided huskily.
He was going to be watching her, Stazzi realized. At the same time as she realized she didn’t mind.
Those few minutes of tension between them a few minutes ago, when she was sure Alexandre didn’t want to see her again, had at least shown her that she did want to see and be with him again.
And it had nothing at all to do with being on the rebound from Will…
Chapter 7
“What do you really know about this woman?” Gerard frowned his disapproval the following morning after Alexandre had instructed him over breakfast to cancel any and all of his engagements for this evening. When pressed, he had confided he would be spending that time with Anastazia. “She could be a fortune hunter. Possibly sleeping with the billionaire prince
So he said nothing.
They arrived outside her apartment a few minutes later, Tomas parking the car before immediately getting out to come round to the back of the vehicle to open Anastazia’s door for her so she could step out onto the pavement.
“Don’t bother to get out.” She didn’t look directly at Alexandre as he would have slid across the seat to follow her. “Thank you for this evening. I— No matter what you may think, I did enjoy myself.” Her gaze was lowered to the pavement rather than him as she turned and walked away.
To hell with that!
Alexandre caught up with her as she was putting in the code to open the door and enter the building. He grasped her arm and swung her round to face him, his anger dissipating as she looked up at him with blue eyes swimming in tears. “Anastazia!” he groaned as he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly against him, his cheek resting on the top of her sweet-smelling hair.
Stazzi’s arms moved about Alexandre’s waist, her cheek pressed against his chest as her tears now dampened the front of his shirt. “Please don’t be angry with me.”
He snorted. “You do know that your ex-boyfriend is an idiot, don’t you?” He couldn’t hold back on that comment any longer.
She laughed without humor. “I do, yes.”
“Good.” Alexandre held her tighter still. “I’m not asking this time, Anastazia, I’m telling you. We’re having dinner together tomorrow evening at seven o’clock in my hotel suite.”
She lifted her head to look up at him quizzically. “Oh, we are, are we?”
“Yes.” He returned her gaze challengingly. “Dress casual. We’ll order room service, burgers maybe, and then we’ll watch a movie together of your choosing. Okay?”
Her smile was less strained. “Okay.”
“And if Daniel Meyers wants to know what you’re doing in my suite, you can tell him I want to discuss the arrangements for the rest of the week.” He dismissed that problem.
She eyed him teasingly. “What arrangements would they be?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he announced arrogantly. “But you can rest assured they all involve the two of us getting to know each other better.”
“Okay,” she said again.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“That’s all it took to get you to agree?” His brows rose. “A little bit of arrogance on my part?”
“Well, it was hardly little, and you are a prince…”
He winced. “Don’t remind me.”
She laughed softly. “Not as glamorous as it sounds?”
“Not glamorous at all.” He sighed with a pointed look at the bodyguards who had left the limousine and black SUV and were now standing only feet away in a protective circle, not quite in listening distance but close enough to make their presence felt. “No privacy either.”
Anastazia glanced at the other men too. “I see what you mean. Okay, burgers from room service and a movie tomorrow evening it is.”
“Thank you.”
She eyed him mischievously. “You don’t know what movie I’m going to choose yet!”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be watching the movie anyway,” he confided huskily.
He was going to be watching her, Stazzi realized. At the same time as she realized she didn’t mind.
Those few minutes of tension between them a few minutes ago, when she was sure Alexandre didn’t want to see her again, had at least shown her that she did want to see and be with him again.
And it had nothing at all to do with being on the rebound from Will…
Chapter 7
“What do you really know about this woman?” Gerard frowned his disapproval the following morning after Alexandre had instructed him over breakfast to cancel any and all of his engagements for this evening. When pressed, he had confided he would be spending that time with Anastazia. “She could be a fortune hunter. Possibly sleeping with the billionaire prince
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