The Prince and the PA

And the minute he said that, he knew he was lost. Because if Karen let go, if she stopped being sensible, he had a feeling he might make some very bad decisions tonight.

Karen’s breath left her body in a rush when she walked out onto the empty balcony overlooking the Aegean sea. Lights were strung overhead, lanterns hanging down low over vacant tables.

“How did you arrange this?” she asked.

“I’m a prince, it was no hardship.”

“And the fact that you’re here with a woman who is very much not your fiancée?”

“You’ve been my right hand for four years. Most people are used to seeing you with me at all times.”

“In a closed restaurant?”