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The Lord's Passionate Lover(13)

By:Leslie North


“I did,” Lord Jacques replied.

“That should make for an interesting dinner date,” Jean Pierre said.

“Oh, yes it will. I am intrigued to find out the result,” Prince Louis added.

The auction had ended, which meant the end of the night. As the guests were leaving, Francesca went to speak with Lord Jacques. She stood in front of him with her fingers laced together. While she had much to say to him, her mouth went dry and she found that she could not say anything. She just stared at him as he looked back at her.

“I look forward to our date,” he said to her breaking their silence.

“You paid that much for a date with me?” Francesca sighed. “What is it that you want from me?” she asked him. She could not understand what he saw in her.

“It is for charity is it not?”

“Yes, but I was the only woman you bid on.”

“You were paying attention to me?”

“Do not flatter yourself.” Francesca turned on her heel and walked off. Jacques had never had a woman speak to him as flippantly as she did. He was a well-groomed respectful man with a title and the advisor to the future king. Maybe it was because she was the crown princess's sister that she acted the way she did. On the other hand, it intrigued him. He could not wait to get to know her more.

Macee linked her arm around her husband's as they left. She bid farewell to the staff members and the girls. They had managed to raise 900,000 Euros. As her first charity event, she could not believe how well it had gone. “I wonder if the queen liked the event,” she asked Louis.

“I am sure she did. Everyone did,” he replied.

“I definitely did.”

“You did a great job.” He kissed her on the cheek as their driver opened the door for them.

“Thank you,” she said as she got into the car.

* * *

Francesca stared at her clothes, as she contemplated what to wear on her dinner date with Jacques. The night had finally arrived and she had no choice but to go. She ran her hand through her light brown hair. She did not want to dress up too much. He would think she put in too much effort for him. At the same time, she did not want to look like she did not put in any effort at all. He had paid 70,000 euros.

She finally decided on a peach sleeveless dress with a boat neck. The dress hugged her breasts tightly and gently flared from under her breasts to her knees. She wore diamond studs and pinned her hair up. Her makeup was very subtle, creating a natural look. Lastly, she slipped on white three-inch heels.

Macee walked into her quarters just as she was about to leave. “Are you going like that?” Macee asked her.

“What is wrong with this?” Francesca raised her eyebrows.

“You look lovely and sophisticated.”

“But?”

“But not for a date.”

“I still wonder how it is that you are going to be the queen.”

Macee laughed. It was true. Her dress sense was not elegant enough. Luckily, she had people to help her with that. “But you are not, and your dress is much too matronly for you,” she added.

“I am not changing. Besides it's not like I need to impress anyone,” Francesca replied and headed out of the room.

“Have fun,” Macee called out behind her.

When Francesca stepped out of the palace, there was a car waiting for her. It surprised her, not that she did not have her own driver but it was kind of him. The driver opened the door for her as she got in wondering where he was taking her.





Chapter 8


Francesca arrived at her destination just over half an hour later. She was surprised to be at the harbour. As she got out of the car, she saw Jacques standing by a yacht. He was wearing light grey tailored trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She paused to admire him. She had to admit that he really is good looking in a rugged sort of way. He did not carry himself like many of the other men around court. He seemed more rugged, like someone who was not afraid to get dirty.

“Good evening, Miss LeBlanc,” he said as she approached him.

“Good evening,” she replied, as she took his offered hand and he helped her onto his boat. “We are going to dine on a boat?” she asked as she looked around. The yacht was impressive.

Nodding his head, “Yes, I thought that we could dine on my boat this evening.”

Francesca raised her eyebrows, “Your boat?” she asked.

“You are surprised?”

“I am.”

“These are all my boats,” he told her as he pointed to the boats clustered nearby. “I build boats in my spare time,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Wow, do you really?” Francesca was surprised, pleasantly surprised. The boat started moving away from the slip, as the captain got the yacht underway.