Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire(33)

"We do? Enlighten me," he demanded.

"There is the matter of my not being able to fulfill my contract because  first your sister, and subsequently you, have kept me against my will.  Like most of your subjects, I have financial responsibilities. I find  myself unable to meet them when I am not paid for my time."

Rocco let his gaze drift over the woman. It certainly was no hardship to  do so. Her neck was long and graceful, tapering gently to sweetly  feminine shoulders exposed by the cutaway sleeve line of the deceptively  simple gown she wore. The ruby hue of the fitted dress complemented the  softly tanned glow of her skin. Was she this color all over, he  wondered, or did her skin pale in those enticing hidden areas?                       
       
           



       

She did not seem to appreciate having her words ignored. "You have  treated me unfairly and you continue to do so," she said. "Release me."

There was passion beneath her words and a spark of fire in her eyes  making them burn bright. He found he quite enjoyed needling a reaction  out of her.

"Release you?" He watched her carefully as he paused and considered her  request, and saw the flash of hope that sprang into her gaze. "I think  not. I'm not finished with you yet."

"Not finished?" she all but spluttered. "You never even started."

"Ah yes, and there is the problem, Ms. Romolo. You have invoiced me for  your time here. I imagine that has been calculated at your usual rate?"

She inclined her head with consummate grace and elegance.

"Then you would agree, wouldn't you," he continued smoothly, "that I am owed a discount for lack of services rendered."

He stepped back and watched the unguarded flurry of emotion that caught  her enchanting features. She composed herself quickly and drew in a  shaky breath.

"Does Your Majesty wish to avail himself of my services?" she asked.

If she had asked him five minutes ago, he would have given her an  emphatic no in response. This woman had caused him no end of trouble. If  she had not accepted a contract to serve as temporary courtesan to King  Thierry of Sylvain, both Rocco's kingdom and Thierry's could have been  spared an endless amount of trouble.

Thierry had been, for several years prior, betrothed to Rocco's sister,  Mila, in an arranged marriage. Discovering her betrothed's plans to  avail himself of a courtesan had driven Mila to the reckless step of  trading places with Ms. Romolo, so she could ensure her husband-to-be  would take no lover other than herself. Her plan had worked-at first.  But when he'd discovered her deception, Thierry had been incensed-and  when the news had, somehow, leaked to the press, making them into a  media spectacle, Thierry had called off the engagement entirely. It had  taken a disastrous event to reunite Mila and Thierry...but finally they  had reconciled and wed, and were now blissfully happy. It had all worked  out in the end.

That didn't make him any happier with Ottavia Romolo, though, without  whom all of this could have been avoided. So no, he had never truly  considered availing himself of any of her considerable charms. He'd been  too busy wishing that she'd take herself to another country entirely  and let them deal with the chaos she brought in her wake.

But now, with his senses tingling and his mind intrigued, he found himself considering a far more affirmative response.

"I haven't decided yet," he answered.

"Nor have I offered," she countered.

Oh, she was good-valiantly holding on to her pride and dignity even  while the threads of control of this situation escaped those long  slender fingers. Heat burned low in his groin at the challenge she  presented-and the temptation. His response to her both irritated and  stimulated him. Much like the woman herself.

"You are mistaken if you think you have a choice, Ms. Romolo."

She lifted her chin defiantly. "I always have a choice. I am glad you  have destroyed my initial invoice," she continued with a smile.

Rocco was surprised. Of all the things she could have said, he hadn't expected that.

"I'm pleased to hear it," he said. "But why?"

"Because, Sire, my price has gone up."