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Weird, how easy it was for him.
“Baker?” he asked.
“Y-yes.” She gripped her arms, angry that he had such a strong presence in the room that he could silence her so effortlessly, and even angrier that despite all he’d done, she longed to throw herself in his arms and demand to know why he never came back for her like he promised. “That’s correct.”
“I see.” He nodded. “We can discuss that during your stay with us, if you wish. I’m the one who makes the decisions about our military.”
She bit her tongue. “My…stay?”
“You’ll be staying here for a week or two, um, depending on the situation,” he said, his tone leaving no room for defiance or discussion. “I’ve had a room made ready for you. It’s blue. I think you’ll like it.”
Stiffening, she bit her tongue even harder.
The arrogant son of a bitch.
Yeah, she was angry, and yeah, she itched to give him a piece of her mind, but he was the prince, and she was in charge of securing this account for Baker, and she had to be diplomatic…no matter what they’d done together while in that dark hallway last night. “And if I decline to stay?”
“I would rather you didn’t.”
She gritted her teeth and plastered on a smile. “Might I ask why you’re holding me captive?”
He rubbed his jaw, lowering his head as he watched her through hooded lids. Only he could make something so simple so freaking sexy. “You’re not a captive. You’ll have free rein of the castle grounds for your entire stay. Servants who will answer your every call or desire.”
“I see.” She widened her smile, even though she was envisioning ripping his stupid little royal crown emblem right off his stupid, hard chest and throwing it in his stupid, handsome face. “Well, you can call it what you will. I’ll call it what it is.”
He nodded once, not even bothering to defend his actions. “I spoke with my father, and even though you’re not—”
Something warm and fuzzy spread through her chest at the mention of his father. He’d been a nice guy—unlike his son. “So he’s still alive, then?”
“Of course. He’s only sixty-three.” He tugged on his collar and lowered his lashes, watching her through them. He’d always had such thick, black lashes, which made his blue eyes look even bluer. “How’s your father?”
She swallowed, because she’d already told him how her father was. She’d informed him of her dad’s death in the letters she sent him, before he offered to come get her and bring her to his country, and left her at the airport with nothing more than a harsh note crumpled up in her hand.
At her silence, his face softened, and he reached out, clasping her shoulder. “I’m sorry, he was a good man.”
“Yeah. He was.” She shrugged free, because his touch burned. “Why are you holding me hostage?”
“For the last time, I’m not holding you hostage.”
The hell you’re not.
Someone needed to give the man a dictionary instead of a crown.
“Then I’m free to go.” She sidestepped him, glancing at the door quickly. “And there’s no guard out there, waiting to stop me?”
He flinched, telling her all she needed to know. “Alicia…”
Well, there was her answer. “Tell me why.”
“Because of last night,” he replied.
She sucked in a breath and held it. “What about it?”
“We were intimate.”
“Yeah.” Her cheeks heated for the millionth time. “I know. I was there, too.”
His mouth quirked up into an almost smile. “You always had such a wonderful sense of humor.”
