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forced to report your behavior to Daniel Meyers.”
    “What do you expect his reaction to be?” the prince drawled.
    Stazzi drew in a deep breath at his arrogant confidence. “Daniel has an unwritten rule. The staff don’t fraternize with any of the guests, but equally, the guests don’t attempt to seduce any member of his staff.”
    “I assure you, Adrian and Grant hold no interest for me whatsoever—”
    “You think this is funny?” Her eyes were wide and accusing. “You think you can come here, trample all over everyone else’s feelings, take what you want, and then leave, because you’re a prince?”
    “An arrogant pain-in-the-fucking-ass prince.”
    Her lids narrowed as he once again quoted her email back at her. “You know what, I don’t give a damn whether you tell Daniel about my mistake earlier today or not. You are an arrogant pain-in-the-fucking-ass prince, I’m even more convinced of that now I’ve actually met you.”
    This evening had not gone at all as Alexandre had wished it to. He had imagined meeting Anastazia, inviting her to have dinner with him, the two of them getting to know each other as they ate together, followed by a seduction. His attraction to Anastazia in her photograph had been immediate, so strong and all-consuming, it hadn’t occurred to him to question whether or not she would, or was free, to return that attraction. Except, he reminded himself again, an imminent engagement was not marriage.
    And either he was sadly out of practice in the seduction of a woman he desired, or he really had become the arrogant bastard she was accusing him of being for simply having assumed the attraction would be mutual.
    Except it is.
    He hadn’t imagined Anastazia’s response to him just now, or her arousal.
    A response and arousal she obviously regretted.
    Because she was going to marry another man.
    She has no right to even think of marrying another man when she responds so heatedly to me.
    Maybe not, but that wasn’t for Alexandre to decide, when he had nothing but here and now to offer her.
    His ministers on Androcco had recently begun to make serious noises about it being time for him to marry and produce his future heir. They had even put together a list of foreign princesses and other suitable female members of royal families around the world, and presented it to him at their last meeting, with notations as to which of them was the most suitable.
    Anastazia Carmichael’s name would never appear on such a list.
    Alexandre may have had his wild years, the parties, the women in his bed, but underneath all that, he had always known what his duty was as heir to his father, to Androcco. His future wife would be chosen carefully, the marriage for political reasons, or otherwise beneficial to Androcco in some way, as had been his parents’ marriage, and his grandparents before them. Love was for a mistress, not a wife.
    He doubted someone as fiercely independent and outspoken as Anastazia would ever agree to take such a subservient role to his official wife.
    Nor would he ever insult her by suggesting she did.
    He straightened. “You’re right, my behavior this evening has been unacceptable. I apologize.”
    She blinked. “You do?”
    He gave the ghost of a smile. “I do.”
    She stared up at him uncertainly for several long seconds, obviously unsure as to whether or not he was mocking her. “Good, then.” She finally nodded acceptance of his apology, her gaze no longer meeting his. “Adrian will be on duty tonight. If you need anything, just ring extension one on the hotel telephone. Grant will take over at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”
    “And you?”
    “I will be back on duty at eight thirty in the morning.”
    Alexandre’s mouth tightened. “An engaged woman.”
    Her chin rose defensively. “Yes.”
    “Your fiancé is a lucky man.”
    She gave him another suspicious glance before answering. “I think so, yes. I wish you a good night, Your