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And at that point she decided she didn’t want to know. Dominic could afford to buy and sell small countries. She wasn’t going to quibble over the price of the nighties she’d probably need to seduce him.
The bodyguards disappeared down the hall with the luggage cart carrying their bags.
“Nightcap?”
She pressed her hand to her tummy. “I probably could use some orange juice.”
He walked to the bar. “Tired?”
Was he kidding? Even if she was exhausted, nerves would keep her awake tonight. The last time they’d been in this position, she hadn’t had to seduce him. They’d seduced each other. Which meant, she shouldn’t be nervous. She should be herself.
Pushing the empty luggage cart, the bodyguards left with a nod to Dom.
And suddenly they were alone.
Straightening her shoulders, she faced him with a smile. “You know what? I think I’ll just go change.”
She glanced down at her beautiful wedding dress. It would now be cleaned and pressed to be put on display in the part of the palace open to tourists.
“It seems a shame to take this off.”
“It is pretty.” He smiled. “You were a stunning bride.”
Her spirits lifted. No matter how strong he was, he liked her. He’d always liked her. She could do this.
She walked back down the hall to the room she’d seen the guards take their bags and found herself in another sitting room. She shook her head. “These people must spend a fortune on furniture.”
The tulle underskirt of her gown swishing, she turned to the right—the side of the suite her room was on in the palace—and headed to that bedroom. She opened the door on another sitting room, this one smaller, and walked into the bedroom, only to find it empty. She glanced in the walk-in closet, thinking they might have carried her bags the whole way in there, but that was empty, too.
She walked out of the bedroom, through the small sitting room, then the big sitting room and to the hall. “Dom?”
He ambled to the front of the hall where he could see her. “What?”
“My stuff’s not in my room.”
“It has to be. I saw the bodyguards carting it back.”
“Well, it’s not here.”
He huffed out a sigh. “Let me see.” He walked back along the hall and through the sitting room into the second bedroom of the master suite. Doing exactly as she had done, he frowned when he didn’t see her bags in the bedroom, then checked the closet.
“That’s weird.”
“Yeah.”
He slowly faced her. “They might have put your things in my room.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t get weird notions. My instruction was for your things to be put in your room.” He went into the master bedroom.
On impulse, she followed him. Nothing ever really went as planned with the two of them, so maybe the thing to do would be let things happen.
His room didn’t have a sitting room. The big double doors opened onto an enormous bed. Beige walls with a simple beige-and-white spread on the bed gave the room a soothing, peaceful feel. But Dom didn’t even pause.
“No luggage here,” he said, finding the bedroom empty. He turned to the walk-in closet. He opened the grand double doors and sighed. “And there’s everything.”
“They think we’re sleeping together.”
“I told them we’re not.”
“You actually told them?”
“I told them this marriage is a show for the heir.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m the one who should be embarrassed. This is my mess we’re cleaning up.”
“Oh, yeah. Every woman loves it broadcast that her new husband doesn’t want her.”
“It wasn’t broadcast. A few key servants know the secret. It’s why we’re on the yacht, not at the villa. There are many servants here, and they rotate. None of them is going to see us enough to put it all together.”
Suddenly weary, she decided this was not a seduction night. It was a total bust. How on earth could she seduce a guy who had told his servants his marriage was a sham? She turned to leave but stopped and faced him again.
“You know how we did that thing with the cuff links?”
He cautiously said, “Yes.”
“Well, there are a hundred buttons on the back of this dress, most of which I can’t reach. Can I get some help?”
His relieved “Sure” did nothing to help her flagging spirit. If anything, it made her feel even worse.
Just wanting to get this over with so she could race out of his room, go to her room and be appropriately miserable, she presented her back to him.
His fingers bumped against the first button. She felt it slide through the loop. When it took a second for him to reach for the next button, she realized her hair was in the way and she scooped it to the side, totally revealing the long row of buttons to him.
