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‘For the hotel, of course,’ he snapped

There was an odd, debilitating kind of silence Awhich was dark in the world had forht little ball and been hurled, hard—at her stomach ‘For the hotel?’ she whispered

There was a pause ‘He hasn’t told you?’

‘Told…told me what?’

‘That he’s selling?’ His eyes narrowed as he saw her face blanch ‘No, clearly he hasn’t’

‘To…you?’

Xaviero gave a grim kind of smile ‘Of course to me’

Through the series of befuddled ih her ht was that she would have to leave now She would have to Prince Xaviero as her boss? How could she bear it? But then she olden eyes and wondered who on earth she thought she was kidding As if a man who had made his contempt for her so apparent would ever keep her on the payroll

But so didn’t make sense to her She knew that princes in ine hi the chef to task when he had one of his periodical tantrums

‘Youto be a hotelier?’ she questioned, mystified

There was a h, knowing that he should have been outraged at her suggestion and yet, in a way, didn’t itaway from her not just easy—but necessary? Because her ridiculous question had simply confirmed that he could not have picked a more unsuitable lover if he had searched to the ends of the earth to find one

‘You can seea hotel such as this?’ he mocked