Tempted by the Prince (The Raminar Family Book 4) by Elizabeth Lennox (10 ebook reader .txt) 📗

Rachel refused to be intimidated.  If she was going to work with him over the next several months, she needed to show him that she wouldn’t be intimidated.  “And I disagreed,” she told him tartly, pretending as if she weren’t standing in front of him in only a silk robe and not much else.

His lips curled up slightly but he didn’t argue her point.  “Ah, Rachel, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

That was such a startling claim, she blinked, taken aback.  “We are?”

He nodded and she vaguely wondered how he got such a close shave.  By late afternoon, he looked all sexy and scruffy.  But right now, he looked…gorgeous!

“We are.  And today, we’re flying to Paris.  How soon can you be ready to go?”

“Paris?” she echoed, not sure she’d heard him correctly.

“Yes.  Paris.”

Rachel looked around, her arms dropping unconsciously.  “I can’t go to Paris!”

“Why not?”

“Because…,” she huffed, trying to force her brain to start working.  But she hadn’t had coffee yet. She really needed coffee!  Rachel fully admitted that she probably drank more coffee than was good for her, but she didn’t care.  Working in a high pressure environment such as with Princess Talia and, now, with Prince Tarin, coffee was her friend!  So she relied on vague emphatic replies.  “I can’t just fly off to Paris!” she said.

“Do you have a cat?”

A cat?  “No.” What an odd question.

“A dog?” He pressed.

Irritated now, Rachel shook her head.  “No!”

“A passport?”

“No!”  She shook her head, then she realized what he’d asked and closed her eyes with irritation.  “I mean…yes!  But…!”

“A boyfriend?”  He had the audacity to peer into the bedroom.

Automatically, she stepped in front of the door, afraid he might see the rumpled sheets and think…well, she had no idea what he might think.  Coffee!  She really needed coffee!  “No!”

His hands clapped together, then he rubbed them together.  “Excellent.  Then jump in the shower and pack a bag.  I’ll make coffee while you shower.”

Rachel’s eyes narrowed.  “Your Highness, do you even know how to make coffee?”

He laughed and shrugged one of those deliciously massive shoulders.  “I never have before, but how hard can it be?”

Oh, the joyful mysteries of the coffee maker!  This should be fun!  “Okay, sounds good.  I’ll get ready and pack.  You make coffee and I’ll be ready in about twenty minutes, if that’s okay with your schedule?”

He looked towards her bedroom again, almost as if he were trying to figure out how to cut that twenty minutes down into ten.  “Fine.  Twenty minutes.”  Then he turned to face the kitchen.

Rachel stared at his back for a long moment and shook her head as she padded towards the bedroom.  “I wish I had a camera for this,” and she disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door, then hurrying to the shower.

Tarin eyed the kitchen countertops, not sure which machine was the coffee maker.  Sure he had coffee every morning, but his coffee appeared on the table or was rolled into his apartment on a tray, already made.  Usually even poured for him since the palace staff knew exactly how he preferred his coffee.

He heard the shower start and groaned, his attention straying from his coffee-making task.  She was naked, he thought.  Naked and wet and running her soft, delicate hands all over her body!

Tarin leaned against the edge of the counter, willing himself to focus on his task…which was what?  Walking into the shower so that he could join her?  Watch her hands slide over her dewy skin?  Nibble her taut, wet nipples as…!

“This was a bad plan,” he sighed.  Shaking himself, he returned his attention to the coffee maker dilemma.  There were several appliances lined up neatly along the counter, pressed back against the wall.  But which was the coffee maker?

The one with the coffee-pot-looking-thing underneath!  Triumphantly, he pulled it out and stared at it.  “Okay, you’ve identified the machine, now what?”

Coffee!  Yep, a coffee maker needed coffee, right?  Or did it have the coffee already in it?

Opening and closing the various parts of the coffee maker, he discovered there was no coffee in it.  It also occurred to him that he wasn’t exactly sure what coffee looked like before it was brewed.  He knew that coffee was essentially boiled beans but…where were the beans?  Where did the beans go in the coffee maker?

He searched through the cabinets and spotted the bag labeled “coffee grounds”, which he opened.  That smelled good, he thought with a nod.  He even spotted a coffee maker manual and grinned.  Flipping through the pages, he rolled his eyes at the warnings, finally coming to the page with the instructions.

“Filter?  Why the hell does the coffee maker need a filter?”

A small chuckle behind him warned Tarin that he was no longer alone.

Turning, he spotted her over his shoulder and swallowed a groan.  She wore another one of those flowery dresses, this one had a round neck and the extra visible skin drew his eyes.  She had the palest, most delicate skin he’d ever seen!  Plus, it was dewy from her recent shower.  Her hair was twisted up into a towel and she wore no makeup.  Tarin had seen his past mistresses done up with their hair like that, but none had looked as sexy as Rachel.  He had no idea why, but seeing her like this, with her long neck exposed, his body reacted…predictably.

“Need some help?” she asked innocently, laughter dancing in her eyes.

Pulling his gaze away from her, he stared blankly at the coffee machine manual, unable to read the words, but it was better than staring at her.  And wondering what kind of underwear she was wearing under that hideous dress.  He shook his head, trying to clear away the thought.  “No.  Go away.  I’ll have the coffee ready in a minute.”