Page 39 of The Ice Prince


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He still had not come up with a way to handle the Orsini situation.

Worse, Anna Orsini was still in his head.

At five, he called for his car.

“Where to, sir?” his driver said.

Draco thought of the various answers he could give.

He could go out to dinner. He had no reservations anywhere, but that would not matter. There was not a ristorante in Rome that would not give him its best table if he showed up at the door.

He could take out his BlackBerry, phone one of a dozen beautiful women. There wasn’t one in Rome who would deny him anything he might ask of her, even at the last minute.

That made him think of his mistress, waiting for him in Hawaii.

Cristo, he had not thought of her once the entire day.

“Take me home,” he told his driver, and while the big car made its way through the crushing end-of-day traffic, Draco put through a call to her.

“Hello?” she said in a sleepy voice.

What time was it in Hawaii, anyway? No way was he going to ask.

“It’s me,” he said. “How are you?”

“Draco,” she said. He could picture the look on her face. Sultry, sexy, pouty. “I thought you’d forgotten me.”

Draco rubbed his temple with his free hand.

“How did you spend your day?” he said, because he knew he had to say something.

She laughed.

“I spent it shopping, darling. Well, window-shopping. I have a whole bunch of gorgeous things picked out for you to buy me when you get back.”

Draco closed his eyes and imagined the hours she’d expect him to spend in a dozen different boutiques.

“When will you be back, Draco?” Her voice turned husky. “I miss you.”

The truth was she missed the status that came of being seen with him. The knowledge that he would buy her whatever she’d shopped for today. She missed his title, his status, his money.

And, yes, his looks, and his expertise in bed.

It would be foolish to deny that women liked both.

“Darling? When will you be back?”

He wouldn’t be.

The realization was sudden, and so was its full meaning.

Draco cleared his throat.

“Something’s come up,” he said. “So, ah, so here’s what I suggest. Stay on a few more days. Do some shopping—tell the shops to phone my office and they’ll okay the charges. Take your time. Enjoy yourself. When we’re both back on the coast, I’ll give you a call.”

Silence. Then she said, “And when, exactly, will that be?”

Her tone was cool. She was not a stupid woman, not when it came to men and the ways of the world. Their two-month relationship was over; Draco had not even realized it until this minute.

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