experienced with a client. Still she wanted to know what’s going on. “Give me a set of earphones.”
Dylan did.
She heard Luc swallow. The man was definitely attracted. Likely turned on.
He bowed. “Good evening, Your Highness.”
“Well, hello to you, sir.” Dimitra’s voice was sensual-husky. “May we drop protocol so I can call you Luc?”
The princess purred his name.
“Feel free to call me whatever you’d like.” He escorted her to the table-for-two positioned near where water from the hot tub cascaded down steps into the main pool. He handed her a flute of champagne that had been poured minutes ago.
She took the glass. “I’d like you to call me what you did when we met on New Year’s Eve.”
“We met in Paris?”
The woman sucked in a breath. “Aspen.”
“I was in Paris that night.” He gave her the once-over, his eyes filled with desire. “Trust me, I’d remember meeting you.”
“I don’t know why you won’t admit you were in Aspen.” Her painted and glossed lips pursed into an enormous pout. “Spending New Year’s Eve with you was the best night of my life. You agreed we were soulmates, but then I never heard from you again. I texted, called. Nothing. I’ve been heartbroken for over three months.”
No one could deny the emotion behind the woman’s words. Her voice cracked more than once.
Emily looked at Dylan. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Don’t. This is pure rating’s gold. A psycho princess is exactly what the show needed.”
“Not psycho. Heartbroken.”
Dylan shook his head. “Only if she’s telling the truth.”
Emily couldn’t tell who the victim was, but she knew the prince was as experienced breaking hearts as he was kissing.
Luc raised his hands, palms out, in a gesture of surrender. “I never received your calls or texts. I swear. It wasn’t me in Aspen. We’ve never met.”
Dimitra’s eyes hardened. The look sent chills down Emily’s spine. “Where’s Nick?”
“He should be around here somewhere.”
Emily sent him a 911 text.
Dimitra raised her champagne glass, then took a sip. “I bet you say that to all the women whose hearts you shatter.”
Luc shook his head. “No, I—”
She tossed the remaining contents of her flute at him.
He jerked back, only steps away from the pool’s edge. Liquid ran down his nose, cheeks, and chin.
“Psycho,” Dylan said, sounding like he was enjoying this. “Bet she’s crazy in bed.”
Luc blinked, wiped his face. He took half a step back, closer to the edge of the water. “I’m telling the truth.”
“Liar.” The woman’s eyes glassed over. “You can’t treat women like this.”
She pushed Luc. He fell backward. His arms stretched out, but he was too close to the edge to balance himself. He fell into the pool. Water splashed. Dimitra gave a triumphant cheer.
Oh, no. Before Emily could take off the headset, Nick ran onto the terrace and subdued Dimitra, who struggled to get away.
“Are you okay, sir?” Nick asked.
Luc brushed back his wet hair. He climbed out of the pool. “Fine.”
“Wait a minute.” Dimitra took a closer look. “You didn’t have a scar beneath your eye in Aspen.”
“I’ve had the scar since I was fifteen. An unfortunate accident with an ice axe while climbing.” Water dripped from his hair and tuxedo. “Whatever you believe, I wasn’t in Aspen.”
Dimitra stared up at him. Her mouth gaped. “You’re taller. Younger. More handsome too.”
“Let her go,” he ordered Nick.
“Thank you.” She adjusted her skirt. “I suppose it’s a little late for an apology, and I should go.”
Please tell her to go, Emily thought.
“Let her stay,” Dylan said.
“That will be best under the circumstances,” Luc said in that regal tone of his.
“Too bad.” Dimitra’s gaze raked over him. “Bet you’d be better in bed than your namesake.”
“Is it scary that I’m turned on right now?” Dylan whispered.
“Yes,” Emily said
Dylan did.
She heard Luc swallow. The man was definitely attracted. Likely turned on.
He bowed. “Good evening, Your Highness.”
“Well, hello to you, sir.” Dimitra’s voice was sensual-husky. “May we drop protocol so I can call you Luc?”
The princess purred his name.
“Feel free to call me whatever you’d like.” He escorted her to the table-for-two positioned near where water from the hot tub cascaded down steps into the main pool. He handed her a flute of champagne that had been poured minutes ago.
She took the glass. “I’d like you to call me what you did when we met on New Year’s Eve.”
“We met in Paris?”
The woman sucked in a breath. “Aspen.”
“I was in Paris that night.” He gave her the once-over, his eyes filled with desire. “Trust me, I’d remember meeting you.”
“I don’t know why you won’t admit you were in Aspen.” Her painted and glossed lips pursed into an enormous pout. “Spending New Year’s Eve with you was the best night of my life. You agreed we were soulmates, but then I never heard from you again. I texted, called. Nothing. I’ve been heartbroken for over three months.”
No one could deny the emotion behind the woman’s words. Her voice cracked more than once.
Emily looked at Dylan. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Don’t. This is pure rating’s gold. A psycho princess is exactly what the show needed.”
“Not psycho. Heartbroken.”
Dylan shook his head. “Only if she’s telling the truth.”
Emily couldn’t tell who the victim was, but she knew the prince was as experienced breaking hearts as he was kissing.
Luc raised his hands, palms out, in a gesture of surrender. “I never received your calls or texts. I swear. It wasn’t me in Aspen. We’ve never met.”
Dimitra’s eyes hardened. The look sent chills down Emily’s spine. “Where’s Nick?”
“He should be around here somewhere.”
Emily sent him a 911 text.
Dimitra raised her champagne glass, then took a sip. “I bet you say that to all the women whose hearts you shatter.”
Luc shook his head. “No, I—”
She tossed the remaining contents of her flute at him.
He jerked back, only steps away from the pool’s edge. Liquid ran down his nose, cheeks, and chin.
“Psycho,” Dylan said, sounding like he was enjoying this. “Bet she’s crazy in bed.”
Luc blinked, wiped his face. He took half a step back, closer to the edge of the water. “I’m telling the truth.”
“Liar.” The woman’s eyes glassed over. “You can’t treat women like this.”
She pushed Luc. He fell backward. His arms stretched out, but he was too close to the edge to balance himself. He fell into the pool. Water splashed. Dimitra gave a triumphant cheer.
Oh, no. Before Emily could take off the headset, Nick ran onto the terrace and subdued Dimitra, who struggled to get away.
“Are you okay, sir?” Nick asked.
Luc brushed back his wet hair. He climbed out of the pool. “Fine.”
“Wait a minute.” Dimitra took a closer look. “You didn’t have a scar beneath your eye in Aspen.”
“I’ve had the scar since I was fifteen. An unfortunate accident with an ice axe while climbing.” Water dripped from his hair and tuxedo. “Whatever you believe, I wasn’t in Aspen.”
Dimitra stared up at him. Her mouth gaped. “You’re taller. Younger. More handsome too.”
“Let her go,” he ordered Nick.
“Thank you.” She adjusted her skirt. “I suppose it’s a little late for an apology, and I should go.”
Please tell her to go, Emily thought.
“Let her stay,” Dylan said.
“That will be best under the circumstances,” Luc said in that regal tone of his.
“Too bad.” Dimitra’s gaze raked over him. “Bet you’d be better in bed than your namesake.”
“Is it scary that I’m turned on right now?” Dylan whispered.
“Yes,” Emily said
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