"So confusion is the way to go, if I can't beguile them with my good looks and charm?"
He sneaked another peek at her as the elevator door opened on the big square foyer before his apartment. "Oh, I wouldn't discount your charm just yet."
She looked up at him. He gazed down at her. With the huge hall just outside the door empty and quiet, the tiny elevator suddenly felt intimate.
Gazing into his eyes, she remembered how he'd pulled her to him outside her apartment door and kissed her like a man so crazy about a woman he couldn't resist her.
So maybe he did think she had charm.
The elevator door began to close and without looking away Dominic caught it, forcing it open again.
"We better go."
"Yeah."
Neither of them moved. Something hummed between them. She'd say it was the same something that had brought him to her condo door all those weeks ago, the same something that drew them to her bed, except in the past two days she'd made him laugh and he wasn't going to make her talk about her dad.
He took a step closer to her and her breath shivered. Her lips tingled from wanting to kiss him. But he stayed where he was, close enough to touch, but not making a move to kiss her, though his eyes shimmered with need.
The air filled with something hot and tempting. She knew she could easily label this lust, but she knew something else was at work here. They really were forming a team. And the pull of that, the longing not to be alone in this deal, fighting for herself and her rights, but having somebody fight with her, was even stronger than the lust that had driven them that night.
That scared her silly.
But his gaze held hers.
And everything inside her trembled with yearning.
She longed for the day she'd met him, when she didn't fear their future because she didn't think they had a future, and she wondered what it would be like to let her guard down again-
But Dom had warned her not to spin fairy tales. And life had taught her that good things could turn bad in the blink of an eye. Not more than twenty minutes ago, she'd been worried about comparing him to her dad. Now she wanted to kiss him? To trust him?
Everything was happening too fast.
This was a ruse. Nothing more. And she was going to get hurt if she didn't stop trying to spin that fairy tale.
She turned and walked out of the elevator to the apartment and to her suite.
CHAPTER FIVE
DOMINIC ATE A very quiet, disappointing lunch. No matter how he tried to engage Ginny, she'd smile distantly and pop a bite of food into her mouth so she didn't have to talk to him. Glad to see her eating for the sake of the baby, he couldn't allow himself the luxury of being upset that she wasn't talking to him.
Still, it made him nuts.
They were perfectly fine in that elevator until the conversation about her charming the press. She could charm the press. And without effort. But something about that one simple comment had made her quiet. Distant.
He probably shouldn't have mentioned it. Her ability with them was so natural that if he hadn't pointed it out to her, she would have used it without thought. But he liked talking to her and he liked it when they were getting along. Their natural connection would be what would make the charade work.
Then they'd had that moment of looking into each other's eyes, and for twenty seconds he'd thought he wouldn't be able to resist kissing her. But he had. He'd remembered his dad, the weakness that plagued him after Dom's mother's death. He knew he couldn't afford a marriage with real emotion. And when he kissed her, he felt things he couldn't define or describe. So he stepped back, away from a kiss he wanted, to prove he didn't need it.
That should have made her happy. God knew it made him happy to see he could resist her. She should be happy, too. Instead, she was distant.
He left her after lunch and spent four grueling hours in parliament. Tired and somewhat disgusted, he returned to his palace apartment to find Sally and Joshua, the clothier, sitting on one sofa with Ginny alone on the sofa across from them. Though Sally was frustrated, Joshua looked to be the picture of patience as he ran down the benefits of a list of designers.
Ginny frowned. "I know what I like. I know what I look good in. It just seems so sterile to be picking a gown this way. I always imagined myself trying things on."
Joshua smiled patiently. "Most women would kill for the chance to choose a designer to make a unique gown."
Ginny only sighed and glanced at the photo array of designers and their creations.
Sally shook her head. "What difference does it make? For Pete's sake. This wedding is just for show. It's not real. The gown doesn't have to reflect you. It just has to be beautiful. Something fit for a princess."
Ginny finally noticed Dom standing in the foyer by the door, but she quickly looked away. Still, he'd seen the naked misery in her eyes.
She straightened her shoulders, as if seeing him reminded her of her duty to him, and she pointed at one of the photo arrays. "This one. I'd like this designer."
Sally sighed with relief and rose. "We'll contact him."
Joshua rose, too. He bowed. "I am at your service."
Sally said, "Good because she still has a wardrobe to choose. Two pair of jeans and a green dress with cardigan won't be enough clothes for two days let alone over two years."
Joshua on her heels, Sally headed for the white double doors. "You'll be required to meet with Joshua again tomorrow afternoon, Ginny."
"That's Ms. Jones," Dominic said, suddenly annoyed. "She may not be a princess yet. But she will be. And when she is she will be your boss."
Sally quietly gasped and stepped back, but she quickly recovered. Bowing to Dominic, she said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Joshua all but quivered with fear. New to the palace, because the king and the two princes rarely required help in choosing suits or having them made, he glanced from Dom to Sally, wide-eyed.
Sally opened the door and left. Joshua scampered after her.
Ginny blew her breath out on a long sigh. "You shouldn't have yelled at her. It wasn't her fault that I'm having trouble choosing. And our time is running out. She's right to be annoyed with me."
He walked to the bar and poured himself a Scotch. "Oh, sweetie. You have so much to learn about being a princess."
"I'm not going to be vapid and spoiled."
"Of course, you're not. But you can't let staff belittle you."
"As I said, she was right to be annoyed with me."
"Again. No. You are the member of the royal family here. If you want to take until the day before the wedding to choose your dress, that's what you do. Then they scramble."
She laughed.
He sat beside her on the sofa. "So, are you really happy with the designer you chose?"
She shrugged. "He's as good as any."
He caught her chin and nudged her to face him. "As good as any isn't good enough. I want you to be happy the day you get married. It may not be forever, but it's your first wedding."
"That's what I keep thinking."
"So what would you do if you were getting married for keeps?"
"I'd have a lot of pink roses."
"What else?"
"My two friends would be bridesmaids."
"You can have that." He sipped his Scotch. "What else?"
"I don't know. I always imagined my mom and me picking things out." She peeked up at him. "She has great taste."
He laughed. "Really?"
"Well, actually, we have about the same taste. But picking a gown is just something a girl wants to do with her mom. You know. Second opinion and all that." She took a deep breath, blew it out, then looked Dom in the eye. "My picture is going to go around the world. I'd like for it to be a good one."
He nodded. "That's something I'm so accustomed to I forget that others aren't." He rose from the sofa. "I have a dinner meeting tonight that's going to segue into a bigger meeting with several members of parliament. Why don't you call your friends on Skype and invite them to be your bridesmaids?"
She looked up at him, her eyes round and blue and honest. She was one of the most naturally beautiful women he'd ever met. She was also being a much better sport about this marriage than a lot of women would be. She hadn't asked for anything. She just did as she was told. And if she didn't talk to him, maybe that was his fault? He'd told her not to expect a long, happy marriage. If she held herself back, maybe that's what she felt she needed to do.
"Really? I can have bridesmaids?"
"As many as you want." On impulse he bent down and kissed her cheek. "Would a wedding without bridesmaids really look authentic?"