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Gnashing his teeth, Juan Carlos ran a hand down his face to cover the tightness in his jaw. Princess Portia had danced nonstop with three men since he’d returned from seeing Chancellor Benoit off. Every time Juan Carlos thought to approach, he was interrupted or summoned into a conversation with a group of dignitaries. He couldn’t fall short of his duties on his coronation day, yet the beautiful snow queen consumed his thoughts, and as he spoke with others, he kept one eye on Portia.
Finally free from conversations, he had an aide approach the orchestra and suggest that they take a five-minute break. The music died instantly and Juan Carlos strode over to the table where Portia had just taken a seat. “Hello again.”
Those startling blue eyes lifted to him. “Hello.”
“I’m happy to see you having a good time.”
“I am,” she said. “Would you like to sit down?”
“I have a better idea.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Really? What would that be?”
He offered his hand again, hoping she’d take it. “Come with me and find out.”
Her hesitation rattled his nerves. “Where?”
“Trust me and I’ll show you.”
She rose then, and as they walked out of the ballroom again with her hand in his, she watched him carefully. She had no reason not to trust him. He would never steer her wrong.
“In here,” he said.
He tugged her into a spacious office and shut the door. It was black as coal at first, but the light of the full moon streamed in and his eyes adjusted so that he could make out Portia’s silhouette. He took her gently into his arms and overwhelming sensations rushed through his body. Silently, with a look, she questioned his actions, but with his eyes he assured her she had nothing to fear. Then the orchestra began playing and as music piped into the room through the air ducts, he began to move her along to the beat. She tossed her head back and laughed. “You aren’t serious.”
He grinned. “It’s the only way I can assure us not being interrupted again.”
“You are resourceful, Your Highness. We have an entire dance floor all to ourselves.”
“What would make it perfect would be if you’d call me Juan Carlos.”
“But you’ve earned the right to be called king.”
“Tonight, for now, think of me as a man, and not a king.”
“I’ll try, but you have to understand, after all the adoration, the photos and parades and galas in your honor, it’s not easy for me.”
He did understand, but pressed his reasoning a little further. “Think of it this way. How would you like it if everyone you knew called you Princess Portia?”
She gave it some thought and nodded. “I see your point.”
He drew her inches closer, so that her sweet breaths touched his face, but he didn’t dare do more. Though he wanted to crush her against him, feel her body sway with his, he couldn’t rush her or scare her off. These feelings pulsed through him with near desperation. He’d never been so…besotted. Such an old-world word, but that’s exactly how he felt.
“How long will you be in Alma?” he asked.
“I leave for the States in two days. I’m due back at work.”
News he didn’t want to hear. “Are you working with a client?”
“Yes, he’s someone very influential and I’m thrilled to have the chance to meet with him for the first time. He’s new to collecting, and I have an interview with him to see where his tastes lie.”
“I see. It’s a good opportunity for you. I would imagine being Princess Portia of Samforstand carries some weight in your line of work.”
“I’ll admit, using my royal heritage has helped me attain clients, but it’s my expertise that has earned their trust.”
“Trust is important,” he said.
