Free Paris and the Prince: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (Royal Weddings Book 1) by Mia Caldwell Page B
Authors: Mia Caldwell
mercurial if nothing else, that was certain.
Paris quickly discovered that Alex was as skilled in the kitchen as he was at everything else. She sat at the bar, head resting on her hands, and watched as Alex chopped and sautéed and broiled.
The warm kitchen was filled with the smells of roasting chicken and rosemary and garlic, making Paris' mouth water. They sipped large glasses of thick burgundy wine, and talked quietly as the moon rose higher over the ocean in the distance. The rich wine on her empty stomach was making her bold, and she took advantage of it.
“So tell me the truth, Alex. You're a world-renowned international spy, aren't you? Do you have a license to kill? Or are you a skilled art thief? Or the illegitimate son of some reclusive billionaire?” Paris teased him, but she was serious about wanting answers. “You can't really just work for the government? Can you?”
Alex smiled softly as he refilled Paris' wine glass. He didn't want to lie to her, but it was getting more and more difficult to remain vague.
“I swear, Paris. I am just government official. My position just comes with certain... perks.”
Paris looked around the kitchen, glancing through to the beautiful living room, and taking in the magnificent views from the kitchen windows.
“Perks? An upgrade to Economy Plus on international flights is a 'perk.' This... this is heaven, Alex. I’m expecting 72 virgins to arrive next.”
Alex's warm laugh filled the room as he leaned over to pull the roast chicken out of the oven. The smell of it was so overwhelming, Paris felt all of her curiosity melting away, and giving way to pure hunger. Alex set the chicken on the counter, filling plates with sautéed vegetables, chicken, and thick French bread. As he set the plates down on the bar, he handed Paris a fork and grinned.
“I promise I am not lying to you.” He was looking at her very seriously, looking into her eyes. “I do work for the government, and this house belongs to another government official, but I am allowed to use it. Now, do you want to talk about my incredibly boring job all night or do you want to eat?”
Paris believed he was telling her the truth—but she also sensed it wasn’t the whole truth. He was still hiding something from her, but she could be patient… she would get the answers from him eventually, some way or another.
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O nce the table was cleared , the dishes were washed and put away, and the last of the wine had been drunk, Paris stretched her arms out wide, yawning so big it enveloped her. Alex reached out and tousled her hair, and Paris playfully slapped him away, but she found herself yawning again.
Full of delicious dinner, her head swimming with wine, suddenly, Paris could barely keep her eyes open. Alex kissed her softly on the head before he swooped her up from the bar stool, wrapping her arms around his neck and tucking his hand under knees. She sleepily let her head rest on Alex's shoulder as he walked toward the stairs leading to the tower room.
“I thought the prince was supposed to rescue the princess from the tower... Not take her there,” Paris muttered sleepily, still awake enough to tease him.
Alex felt a pang of guilt at Paris' choice of words. If only she knew... he thought.
“Not this time, princess. The tower is the only place fit for a beautiful princess like you.”
When they reached the top of the stairs and Alex used his foot to open the door, Paris saw what he meant. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the room in front of them. She had never seen anything like it in her life.
Situated on the edge of a peninsula, the bedroom had a 360 degree panoramic view of the ocean and the nature preserve surrounding them. Floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as a pair of French doors leading out to a balcony, filled every space.
The bedroom looked as if it had been lit with pure starlight, so bright was the moon over the ocean, beams streaming in from the skylights above. A
Paris quickly discovered that Alex was as skilled in the kitchen as he was at everything else. She sat at the bar, head resting on her hands, and watched as Alex chopped and sautéed and broiled.
The warm kitchen was filled with the smells of roasting chicken and rosemary and garlic, making Paris' mouth water. They sipped large glasses of thick burgundy wine, and talked quietly as the moon rose higher over the ocean in the distance. The rich wine on her empty stomach was making her bold, and she took advantage of it.
“So tell me the truth, Alex. You're a world-renowned international spy, aren't you? Do you have a license to kill? Or are you a skilled art thief? Or the illegitimate son of some reclusive billionaire?” Paris teased him, but she was serious about wanting answers. “You can't really just work for the government? Can you?”
Alex smiled softly as he refilled Paris' wine glass. He didn't want to lie to her, but it was getting more and more difficult to remain vague.
“I swear, Paris. I am just government official. My position just comes with certain... perks.”
Paris looked around the kitchen, glancing through to the beautiful living room, and taking in the magnificent views from the kitchen windows.
“Perks? An upgrade to Economy Plus on international flights is a 'perk.' This... this is heaven, Alex. I’m expecting 72 virgins to arrive next.”
Alex's warm laugh filled the room as he leaned over to pull the roast chicken out of the oven. The smell of it was so overwhelming, Paris felt all of her curiosity melting away, and giving way to pure hunger. Alex set the chicken on the counter, filling plates with sautéed vegetables, chicken, and thick French bread. As he set the plates down on the bar, he handed Paris a fork and grinned.
“I promise I am not lying to you.” He was looking at her very seriously, looking into her eyes. “I do work for the government, and this house belongs to another government official, but I am allowed to use it. Now, do you want to talk about my incredibly boring job all night or do you want to eat?”
Paris believed he was telling her the truth—but she also sensed it wasn’t the whole truth. He was still hiding something from her, but she could be patient… she would get the answers from him eventually, some way or another.
----
O nce the table was cleared , the dishes were washed and put away, and the last of the wine had been drunk, Paris stretched her arms out wide, yawning so big it enveloped her. Alex reached out and tousled her hair, and Paris playfully slapped him away, but she found herself yawning again.
Full of delicious dinner, her head swimming with wine, suddenly, Paris could barely keep her eyes open. Alex kissed her softly on the head before he swooped her up from the bar stool, wrapping her arms around his neck and tucking his hand under knees. She sleepily let her head rest on Alex's shoulder as he walked toward the stairs leading to the tower room.
“I thought the prince was supposed to rescue the princess from the tower... Not take her there,” Paris muttered sleepily, still awake enough to tease him.
Alex felt a pang of guilt at Paris' choice of words. If only she knew... he thought.
“Not this time, princess. The tower is the only place fit for a beautiful princess like you.”
When they reached the top of the stairs and Alex used his foot to open the door, Paris saw what he meant. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the room in front of them. She had never seen anything like it in her life.
Situated on the edge of a peninsula, the bedroom had a 360 degree panoramic view of the ocean and the nature preserve surrounding them. Floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as a pair of French doors leading out to a balcony, filled every space.
The bedroom looked as if it had been lit with pure starlight, so bright was the moon over the ocean, beams streaming in from the skylights above. A
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