Billionaire Boys Club 4 : Once upon a Billionaire(50)

And for some reason, that hurt her feelings all over again. He didn't seem to like her dressed up or in her regular clothing. She couldn't win with him. Couldn't he just tell her he thought she was pretty and actually mean it, darn it? Maylee sighed, all the fun of the evening vanishing again. Now she just felt weighed down, like she was wearing a wallet around her neck. "Are you ready to go, Mr. Griffin?"

He extended his arm to her in a courteous gesture.

She put her hand in the crook of his sleeve, and they headed downstairs.

To Maylee's surprise, it wasn't Robbie driving the car tonight. Nor was it the usual sedan. The Verdi limo was out again in full force, and an elderly gentleman was their driver. Maylee smiled at him to make him feel welcome. He had to be nervous on such a big night. She knew how that felt.

"You changed drivers?" Maylee whispered to Griffin, curious.

He shot her a quick look of satisfaction. "Mr. Sturgess will be unavailable for the rest of our visit."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Yes, quite," Griffin said in a voice that didn't sound displeased at all.

As they got into the limo, Maylee slid over on the seat, tugging at her bust line to make sure that her dress didn't expose anything. She smoothed her skirts and waited patiently as Griffin got in, checking her earrings and necklace again to make sure she still had them.

When he got into the limo, his pocket buzzed. Griffin pulled out his phone and then made a grunt as if he was in pain.

"What is it?" Maylee asked. "Is everything okay?"

He showed her his screen. "They uncovered a marble column and some tile work. They think it might be part of a floor." The picture he showed her looked like a bunch of broken stonework, but she'd take his word for it.

"Your archaeological dig in Spain?" she guessed.

He nodded, staring at the picture. There was a look of intense longing on his face. "I wish I was there."

"If it makes you feel better," she told him, "I wish I was there, too."

He looked over at her, surprised. "You're not enjoying yourself here in Bellissime?"

Maylee sat, tongue-tied. She wasn't sure what to say. She could tell him that she enjoyed his company but she found the whole wedding and society thing stressful? That she constantly felt like she was never good enough? That she kept waiting to slip up again and it made her so nervous that she'd almost thrown up in the sink before putting on her pretty dress? Would he be insulted that she didn't want to be here? So she thought carefully, and then answered, "There's just . . . so much going on."

"True." He looked down at his phone again and sighed. "I imagine it's a lot calmer in Spain. No one's mother to complain that you're letting your staff become too familiar and too complacent."

Her tongue glued itself to the roof of her mouth. "Your mother said that about me?"

His expression became a little distant, as if he'd revealed too much. "I wouldn't read that much into it, Maylee. My mother is affectionately referred to as a harridan and not so affectionately as a royal bitch. No one likes her, not even the common people. Not the queen, not even her sons. She is a stickler for the old monarchy, and Alexandra and her family are more progressive. Don't worry about it."




 

 

Maylee swallowed hard. "Should I be wearing this jewelry, then? Won't your mother think that's too familiar of me?"

"I don't care what my mother thinks."

Oh, lordamercy. Was he setting her up to fail? So Her Royal Highness Sybilla-Louise would cut Maylee into itty-bitty chunks with her tongue? That sick knot lurched in her stomach again.

"Really," he said again. "It's fine, Maylee."

"If you say so," she whispered. It occurred to her that it was the first time he'd called her anything but Miss Meriweather.

She had no idea what that meant, either.

Chapter Nine

The limo pulled up to the palace, and slowed to a crawl as it waited for its turn at the front of the opulent building. As it inched forward, Maylee grew more and more nervous. They'd passed the gates where paparazzi hovered. The grounds themselves swarmed with people dressed in finery, and the stairs leading to the massive doors of the palace were carpeted in red.

Maylee was pretty sure she was going to puke on that nice red carpet.

"Are you all right?" Griffin asked her for the second time in the last minute.

"Just a little . . . scared."

"There's nothing to be scared of," he said in a soothing voice. To her surprise, he put an arm around her shoulders and gave her an awkward hug.

It was strange to have Griffin comfort her, but welcome. She huddled a little closer. "I've never been to anything like this. Well, I mean, we had prom back home in Pine Valley, but they held it at a Best Western. This is a bit different."