Her cell chimed and vibrated on the dresser. She rushed to grab it. Patrick.
“Hi.”
“I’ve been worried sick. I even checked the airline flight data to see if there were reports of an accident. Why didn’t you call?”
“Oh, we got here so late and I was tired. It’s sweet of you to worry, but really, I’m fine.”
“Do you have your own room?”
She laughed. “No, I’m in the harem with all the king’s wives.” He didn’t laugh back. “Of course I have my own room, silly. And it’s so beautiful. But I’m not sure my blow-dryer will work here.”
“Do be careful of the voltage. You never know what to expect with foreign wiring. I am worried about you being all alone in a foreign country.”
“I’m not alone. I’m with Sebastian.” “I know.”
When she finally got Patrick off the phone with assurances that she had not been killed in a midair collision or sold into slavery, she had a quick shower. As she suspected, her dryer was a useless lump of plastic and metal since the wall outlet was a different shape than her plug. She towel dried her hair as best she could and was putting moisturizer on her face when she heard a knock on the door.
She almost dropped the bottle. “Come in?” The uncertainty in her own voice made her even more nervous.
The door flung open. Sebastian stood silhouetted against the bright corridor. “I trust you slept well.” His soft voice wrapped around her like the warm morning breeze.
“I did.” She pushed back a hank of her still-damp hair. “I can’t get over how lovely it is here.”
He smiled. “You’ve seen nothing yet. Come, eat.” He held out his arm for her to take it. He wore a collarless white linen shirt. Tailored black pants added to the impression of casual elegance.
Not that she cared what her boss wore.
Tessa walked across the room, the skirt of her pale green dress swishing around her legs, then matched his long stride down the colonnaded hallway.
He directed her into another wide, bright chamber. Floor-to-ceiling frescoes depicted a magnificent procession of men and horses, pennants flying.
Tessa tugged her gaze from the art and focused on the other people in the room. A middle-aged man and woman sat at one end of a long, white stone table.
“Mama, this is Tessa, my New York assistant.”
The woman rose from her carved chair, tall and graceful, her silver hair pulled back into a chignon. She held out a heavily ringed hand and Tessa hurried forward to shake it.
“It’s an honor,” murmured Tessa, attempting a curtsey.
This was The Queen.
“And this is my dad.”
Tessa shook his offered hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.”
Maybe he heard her voice shake, but the king patted her hand gently and looked at her with the kindest eyes she’d ever seen. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear.”
He also had silver hair, with patches of black above his ears that indicated it must once have been as dark as Sebastian’s.
“What’d the cook rustle up for us this morning?” Sebastian reached forward and grabbed a rasher of bacon, then popped it in his mouth. “Mmm.” He pulled out a chair for Tessa, directly opposite the queen. She slid into it as gracefully as she could.
A plate materialized in front of her immediately, borne by a silent servant.
“Do help yourself, dear,” the queen said in perfect, British-accented English. “If you don’t see anything you like, we can have something prepared.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary, it all looks marvelous.”
Tessa had no appetite whatsoever in the presence of three crowned heads—including Sebastian. She’d never paid much attention to his being a prince before, perhaps because the whole concept of royalty seemed rather alien back in the States. Amidst the splendor of the royal palace, however, it was impossible to forget.
Sebastian offered her various dishes, and she took a small amount of each. Eggs scrambled with herbs, freshly baked rolls covered in fragrant sesame seeds, crispy bacon and spicy sausages, fresh peaches and plums, sliced and laid in an interwoven pattern, and a dish of creamy yogurt with sweet, golden honey.
“Tessa, what part of the States are you from?” The queen’s question had a tone of mild interrogation.
“Connecticut.”
“A lovely state. Are you near Greenwich?”
“Yes, very close.” In geography. In lifestyle, though, a million miles.
Tessa hated saying where she was from. Wealthy and privileged people immediately assumed she was one of them. It was embarrassing for everyone when they eventually found out she wasn’t.
That’s when she learned who her real friends were.
She had to give Sebastian credit. He hadn’t blinked when she told him she was a scholarship student.
But why would he care? She was just his employee.
“And what does your father do, dear?” The queen lifted an elegantly arched brow.
Jeez. Was she back in high school? Rich people could be very predictable. “He’s retired now.”
She sipped her juice. Partly to prevent her tongue from saying, He’s a retired school custodian. Yes, you heard right, he cleaned the school. Not quite what you were expecting, was it?
The queen’s tight smile did nothing to soothe her churning stomach. Suddenly she wished she was back home, under the covers in her familiar apartment.
Still, she attempted to act normal and make polite conversation during the meal, instead of gazing around the room and gawking at her companions.
It wasn’t easy.
When the king and queen left the room together, it was all she could do not to sag in her chair in relief.
“More yogurt?” Sebastian lifted the ornate golden urn that looked as though it had been passed down at least ten generations.
“No, thanks. I really should get to work. Would you please show me where the files are? I want to dig out what we’ll need for the meeting.”
“Absolutely not.” He rose in a swift motion. “We have far more important things to do.”
“Like what?”
“You must see our country. More coffee?”
“No, thanks, I’m fine. I might blast off if I drink more of that stuff.”
“Good, right?”
She couldn’t resist smiling in response to his enthusiastic grin. “Fantastic.” Her toes tingled at the idea of exploring the world she’d glimpsed from her window. “Could we go see the harbor?”
“Of course.” Sebastian rose from his chair and held out his hand for her to take it.
He never did that at the office.
Tessa slid her fingers into his strong hand, and let him pull her from her chair. He didn’t move out of the way as she stood, so she found herself dangerously close to his muscled chest. His warm, male scent of sunshine and spice.
Her skin prickled at his nearness.
Why didn’t he move?
His dark eyes drifted over her pale green dress. “You look lovely today, Tessa.”
“Thanks.” She swallowed.
He