Virgin Princess, Tycoon's Temptation

by Michelle Celmer

  Maybe if her family stopped sheltering her, she would learn not to be so gullible. However, that particular trait was working in his favor, so he could hardly complain. “Rest assured, I have nothing but the utmost respect for the Princess. I pride myself on being a very honorable man. I would never do anything to compromise her principles.”

  “I’m glad to hear it,” Chris said. “But of course I will have to discuss the matter with the King.”

  “Of course, Your Highness.”

  The shadow of a smile cracked the serious expression. “We’ve known each other a long time, Garrett. Call me Chris.”

  With that request Garrett knew he was as good as in. Chris needing to speak with his father was merely a formality at this point. “I’m very much looking forward to getting to know you better,” Garrett told him.

  “As am I.” Chris paused, his expression darkening, and said, “However, if you did take advantage of my sister, the consequences would be…unfortunate.”

  The fact that Garrett didn’t even flinch seemed to impress Chris. Still, Garrett was going to have to be very cautious while he courted Louisa.

  Chris rose from his chair and said, “Shall we join the others?”

  Garrett stood and followed him to the dining room. The first course was just being served, and as soon as they entered the room, Louisa shot from her seat and gestured him to the empty chair beside her.

  When they were seated again, she leaned close to him and whispered, “I’m so sorry he did that. I hope he wasn’t too hard on you.”

  He gave her a reassuring smile. “Not at all.”

  If he thought the worst was over, he realized quickly that it had only begun. He barely had a chance to taste his soup before Anne launched into the inquisition portion of the meal.

  “I understand your father was a farmer,” she said, her tone suggesting that made him inferior somehow.

  It had only been a matter of time before someone broached the subject of his humble beginnings, but he wasn’t ashamed of his past. He was instead very proud of his accomplishments. Although for the life of him he never understood why his parents hadn’t strived to better themselves. Why they settled for a life barely a step above poverty when they could have done so much more for themselves and their sons.

  “All of his life,” Garrett told her. “My earliest memories are of working beside him in the fields.”

  “Yet you didn’t follow in his footsteps,” Anne noted, her words sounding an awful lot like an accusation. Much the way his father had sounded when Garrett had informed him that he planned to leave the island to attend college.

  “No, I didn’t. I wanted an education.”

  “How did your father feel about that?”

  “Anne,” Louisa said, plainly embarrassed by her sister’s behavior.

  “What?” Anne asked, her innocent look too manufactured to be genuine. He wasn’t sure if she was jealous of Louisa, or simply being difficult because she could. If there was one thing Garrett knew for sure, he’d definitely chosen the right sister. Had he picked Anne, he would be asking for a life of misery.

  “Stop being so nosy,” Louisa said.

  Anne shrugged. “How else can we get to know Mr. Sutherland?”

  “Please call me Garrett,” he told Anne. “And in answer to your question, my father wasn’t at all happy with me. He expected me to take over the farm when he retired. I wanted to do something more with my life.”

  “Which you certainly have,” Chris said, and maybe Garrett was imagining things, but he almost sounded impressed.

  “If there’s one thing I’ve learned,” Garrett said, “it’s that you can’t live your life to please other people.” He glanced over at Louisa, catching her eye for emphasis. “You have to follow your heart.”

  “I believe that, too,” Olivia said. She reached over and placed a hand on her husband’s arm. “Aaron is starting back to school in the fall. Premed.”

  “I’d heard that,” Garrett said. He made it his business to know everything about his stiffest competition. Aaron’s leaving the family business would create the convenient opening he required to insinuate himself inside.

  “He’s going to be a brilliant doctor,” Olivia said, beaming with pride. She was a plain woman, very young and unassuming, but pretty when she smiled… and quite the brilliant scientist from what he understood. The previous autumn, an unidentifiable blight potentially threatened all the crops on the island. The effects would have been devastating on the export trade, the main source of income for the country, and Olivia had been hired by the royal family to find an eco-friendly cure.

  “I’ve heard that your own brilliance saved the livelihood of every landowner in the country,” Garrett told her. “Myself included.”

  Olivia grinned shyly and blushed. It would seem that he had won over at least three-quarters of the females at the table. Anne seemed a lost cause at this point. Chris and Aaron, he wasn’t sure about, but it looked promising. Now it was time for a change of subject, and he’d done his research.

  “I understand you spent quite a lot of time in the States,” Garrett said to Melissa.

  “I was born on Morgan Isle but raised in New Orleans,” she told him.

  “A lovely city,” he commented.

  “You’ve been there?”

  He nodded. “Several times in fact. For business. Terrible what happened during Katrina.”

  “It was. I started a foundation to fund the rehabilitation of the city.”

  “I had no idea. I’d love to make a donation.”

  Melissa smiled. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

  “I’ll have a check sent round next week.”

  “What other places have you visited?” Louisa asked him, and they launched into a conversation about traveling abroad, and everyone’s favorite vacation spot. Garrett was pleasantly surprised to find that, with the exception of Anne, they were a friendly bunch, and not nearly as uptight as he’d expected. The tone of the conversation was not unlike those of his youth, when his family gathered for supper. In fact, by the time dessert was served, Garrett realized that he was actually enjoying himself.

  Louisa didn’t say much, but instead spent most of her time gazing up at him, seemingly mesmerized by every word that passed his lips.

  After dinner, Chris pushed back from the table and asked Garrett, “Up for a friendly game of poker? We play every Friday evening.”

  Before he could answer, Louisa said, “Garrett and I are taking a walk in the garden.” Which he took as his clue to decline their offer, when the truth was he would much rather play cards than take a leisurely stroll, but securing his position with Louisa took precedence for now.

  “Maybe some other time,” he told Chris.

  “Of course.” Chris turned to Louisa, his expression serious, and said, “Not too far, and I want you inside before sundown.”

  “I know,” Louisa replied, sounding exasperated, and Garrett didn’t blame her. He knew her family kept a tight grip on the reins, but telling a woman of twenty-seven that she couldn’t stay out past dark bordered on the absurd.

  Louisa slipped her arm through his and smiled up at him. “Ready?”

  He thanked her family for dinner, then let Louisa lead him through the castle and out onto a patio that opened up into acres of lush flower gardens. The evening was a warm one, but a cool breeze blew in from the bluff.

  She kept a firm grip on his arm as they started down the path, as though she feared the instant they were in the clear he might run for his life.

  “I’m really sorry about my family,” she said, looking apologetic. “As you probably noticed, they treat me like a child.”

  “They are quite…protective.”

  “It’s humiliating. They think I’m naive.”

  Maybe they weren’t so far off the mark, he thought wryly. She was unsophisticated enough to fall for his charms without question or doubt. Not that he would ever mistreat her, or compromise her honor. She would ne
ver suffer as his wife.

  “I’m sure they mean well,” he told her. “I imagine it would be much worse if they didn’t care at all.”

  “I guess you’re right,” she conceded. “But since the threats started they’ve been a lot worse than usual. They think everyone I meet is a spy or something.”

  “I had seen something on the news about the security being breached in your father’s hospital suite in London. I understand no one was able to identify the suspect from the surveillance footage.”

  “He calls himself the Gingerbread Man.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Strange, I know. It started last summer with e-mail. He hacked into our computer system and sent threatening messages to us from our own accounts. They were all twisted versions of nursery rhymes.”

  “Nursery rhymes?” That didn’t sound very threatening to him.

  “Mine said, ‘I love you, a bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck, and a noose around your neck. With a noose around your neck, you will drop into a heap. You’ll drop into a heap and forever you will sleep.’” She looked up at him with a wry smile and said, “I memorized it.”

  On second thought, that was rather ominous. “What were the others?”

  “I don’t remember them word for word, but the common theme was burning alive.”

  Ouch. No wonder the family was being so cautious.

  “At first we thought it was just an elaborate prank, until he managed to slip through castle security and get on the grounds. They think he scaled the bluff.”

  That explained the seemingly excessive security the night of the ball. “Was anyone harmed?”

  “No, but he left a note. It said, ‘Run, run, as fast as you can. You can’t catch me. I’m the Gingerbread Man.’ That’s how we learned his name. We haven’t heard anything from him lately, but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped. Things will be quiet for a while, then just when we think that he’s given up, he’ll leave another note somewhere or send an untraceable e-mail. He sent a gift basket full of rotten fruit for New Year’s, then he sent flowers for Melissa and Chris congratulating them on the pregnancy. Weeks before the official announcement was made. He even knew that they were having triplets.”

  “Sounds like someone on the inside.”

  “We thought so, too, but everyone checked out.”

  At least her family’s protectiveness made a bit more sense now. He just hoped it didn’t interfere with his plans. It could be difficult courting a woman who wasn’t allowed to leave her home.

  “Enough about my family drama,” she said, waving the subject away like a pesky insect. “What is your family like?”

  “Simple,” he said, then quickly added, “Not intellectually. But they prefer to live a…humble lifestyle.” One that didn’t include him.

  “What do your brothers do?”

  “Two own a business together in England. They sell farming equipment. My youngest brother is something of a…wanderer. Last I heard he was working a cattle ranch in Scotland.”

  “I’d like to meet them,” she said, with an eagerness that surprised him. “Maybe they could all come to the castle for a visit.”

  Considering he was trying to impress the royal family, that probably wouldn’t be wise. “I’m not so sure that would be a good idea.”

  She frowned. “You’re not ashamed of them?”

  Once again, her directness surprised him. “I’m afraid it’s quite the opposite.”

  Her eyes widened. “They’re ashamed of you?”

  “Maybe not ashamed, but they’re not very pleased with the path I chose.”

  “How is that possible? Look how well you’ve done. All that you’ve accomplished. How can they not be proud?”

  He’d asked himself that same question a million times, but had long ago given up trying to understand their reasoning. He no longer cared what they thought of him. “It’s…complicated.”

  She patted his arm. “Well, I think you’re amazing. The instant I saw you I knew you were special.”

  He could see that she truly meant it, and in an odd way he wished he could say the same of her. He was sure that Louisa was very special in her own right, and maybe someday he would learn to appreciate that.

  “Tell me the truth,” she said. “Did my family scare you off?”

  He could see by her expression that she was genuinely concerned, but he was a man on a mission. It would take a lot more than a grilling by her siblings to get in his way.

  He gave her arm a squeeze. “Absolutely not.”

  Her smile was one of relief. “Good. Because I really like you, Garrett.”

  Never had he met a woman so forward with her feelings, so willing to put herself out on a limb. He liked that about her, and at the same time it made him uncomfortable. He was taught by his father that showing affection made a man weak. If he loved his sons, his father never once said so.

  But Garrett had the feeling that if he was going to make this relationship work, he was going to have to learn to be more open with his feelings. At least until he had a royal title and Louisa had a ring on her finger.

  He smiled and said, “The feeling is mutual, Your Highness.”

  Four

  Louisa gazed up at Garrett, looking so sweet and innocent. So…pure. He felt almost guilty for deceiving her.

  “I think at this point it would be all right for you to call me Louisa,” she said.

  “All right, Louisa.”

  “Can we speak frankly?”

  “Is there ever a time when you don’t?”

  Her cheeks blushed a charming shade of pink and she bit her lip. “Sorry. I have this terrible habit of saying everything that’s on my mind. It drives everyone crazy.”

  “Don’t apologize. It’s a welcome change. Most women play games.” Unless this was some sort of game she was playing. But his instincts told him that she didn’t have a manipulative bone in her body.

  “You should know that I’m not looking for a temporary relationship. I want to settle down and have a family.” She stopped walking and looked up at him. “I need to know that you feel the same. That you’re not just playing the field.”

  “I’m thirty-seven years old, Louisa. I think I’ve played the field long enough.”

  “In that case, there’s something else I should probably mention.”

  Why did he sense that he wasn’t going to like this?

  “We should talk about children.”

  She certainly didn’t pull any punches, although oddly, he was finding that he liked that about her. “What about them?”

  “I want a big family.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “How big?”

  The grip on his arm tightened, as though she was worried he might try to make a run for it. “At least six kids. Maybe more.”

  For a second he thought she might be joking, or testing him, then he realized that she was dead serious.

  Six kids? Bloody hell, no wonder she was still single. Who in this day and age wanted that many children? He’d never felt the desire or need to have one child, much less half a dozen of them! Marrying a royal, he knew at least one heir would be expected. Maybe two. But six?

  Despite his strong feelings on the matter, he could see by her expression that this was not a negotiable point for Louisa and he chose his next words very carefully. “I’ll admit that I’ve never given any thought to having a family that large, but anything is possible.”

  A bright and relieved smile lit her entire face and he felt an undeniable flicker of guilt, which he promptly shook off. This was business. Once they were married, he would lay down the law and insist that two children at most would be plenty and she would eventually learn to live with that. Or maybe, after the first child or two, she would change her mind anyway. He’d seen the way his parents struggled with a large family, the emotional roller coaster rides. Who would want to subject themselves to that?

  Louisa gazed up at him, a dreamy look on her face. “It would be okay if you kiss
ed me now,” she said, then added, “If you want to.”

  Oh, he wanted to. So much that it surprised him a little. The idea had been to wait until their second date before he kissed her, to draw out the anticipation. Did she intend to derail each one of his carefully laid plans? “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked.

  “Just because my family treats me like a child, that doesn’t mean I am one.”

  There was nothing childish about her, which she proved by not even waiting for him to make the first move. Instead, she reached up, slid her hands behind his neck, pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Her lips were soft but insistent, and she smelled fantastic. Delicate and feminine.

  Though he had intended to keep it brief, to take things slowly, he felt himself being drawn closer, as though pulled by an invisible rope anchored somewhere deep inside his chest. His arms went around her and when his fingers brushed her bare back, what felt like an electric shock arced through his fingers. Louisa must have felt it, too, because she whimpered and curled her fingers into the hair at his nape. He felt her tongue, slick and warm against the seam of his lips and he knew he had to taste her, and when he did, she was as sweet as candy.

  He was aware that this was moving too far, too fast, but as she leaned in closer, pressing her body against his, he felt helpless to stop her. Never had the simple act of kissing a woman aroused him so thoroughly, but Louisa seemed to put her heart and soul, her entire being, into it.

  To him, self-control was a virtue, but Louisa seemed to know exactly which buttons to push. Not at all what he would have expected from a woman rumored to be so sweet and innocent. Which had him believing that she really wasn’t so sweet and innocent after all.

  Her hands slipped down his shoulders and inside his jacket. She stroked his chest through his shirt and that was all he could take. He broke the kiss, breathless and bewildered, his heart hammering like mad.

  Louisa expelled a soft shudder of breath and rested her head against his chest. “Now that was a kiss.”

  He couldn’t exactly argue. Although the whole point of this visit had been to prove to her family that his intentions were pure, yet here he was, practically mauling her out in the open, where anyone could see. If someone was watching, he hoped they hadn’t failed to notice that she’d made the first move and he’d been the one to put on the brakes.