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Mistress
T
o
T
he Prince
             
             
Elizabeth Lennox

 

 

 

The Royal Cordova Trilogy:

 

Escaping A Royal Wedding

Princess Anastasia and Prince Erik meet and fall in love, they just don’t realize it’s with each other!

 

 

The Man’s Outrageous Demands

Sam and Princess Marabeth meet and sparks fly, arguments flame up and disagreements are…

 

 

Mistress To The Prince

Tara’s a commoner, Max is a prince – how can the two worlds become one?

Chapter 1

 

 

This meeting was ludicrous!

 

Prince Maximillian Gregorio Marquenda stifled a spurt of irritation when the bald man banged his fist against the polished conference room table.  He pretended to listen politely to the group of elderly gentlemen as they tried to convince him that the government of Cordova needed to fund their latest project. 

 

As soon as the double doors to the conference room opened, Max’s attention was diverted and he wasn’t disappointed.  He saw her walking
toward
him and could feel his body reacting to just the sight of her.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noted how long
her legs looked in her perfect,
business-like suit.  Gritting his teeth, he prepared himself for her closeness, for her subtle, flowery perfume that had haunted him for so many nights. 

 

The lead on his pencil snapped when she whispered the urgent message in his ear. 

 

The
broken lead
had nothing to do with her words and everything to do with her lips so close to his ear. 
Max
had been concentrating on the discussion, quickly taking notes on the margins of the report
but with her
mouth
so close to his ear, all he wanted to do was kiss her sexy lips that were definitely not business-like and smell her incredibly alluring perfume. 

 

But he didn’t. 
Because Tara Jacobs had never shown any indication that
s
he was interested in Max in any way other than as an employer.  In fact, the woman went to great pains to make sure he didn’t get the wrong impression. 
He gripped his broken pencil and tried to concentrate on her words
as she repeated her message
.  It was useless.  Standing up, he put a hand to the small of her back and guided her out of the conference room. 

 

“I’m sorry, what was that?”
his deep voice
asked as soon as the doors closed behind them. 

 

Tara
Jacobs
, his sexy, seductive and amazingly efficient and professional secretary repeated the message
while standing in front of him this time and
Max
was finally able to understand her words.


King Alexander has requested your presence immediately,”
Tara
explained.  “I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have interrupted your meeting for anything less,”
Tara
said, the apology in her eyes
as well as being spoken by those lips that Max had created some vivid fantasies around. 

 

“That’s fine,
” Max
ground out
, and tried to ignore the
appeal
of her soft, blue eyes or wonder how long her hair was. 
Every day
it
was
neatly
twisted into a tight, professional
chignon
,
painstakingly
pinned to the back of her neck
without a wisp escaping

It didn’t matter.  There was nothing Tara Jacobs could do to diminish her appeal.  Even with her hair pulled back harshly, her eyes were too soft and her lips too full for anyone to forget how incredibly beautiful she was. 

 

Refocusing on the task at hand, Max handed her his notes. 
“Can you sit in on the meeting for me and take notes?” he asked.

 

With a nod,
Tara
took his report and entered the room without a backwards glance in his direction. 

 

Max almost cursed under his breath, wishing he could maintain the same detached professionalism that
seemed to be effortless to her
.  Unfortunately, ever since she’d started working for him, he’d been growing more and more fascinated by the woman.  Did she even know that he existed as anything other than her employer or the crown prince of her country?  He doubted it.  She was too business oriented. 
Tara
probably didn’t even know that he was a different gender.

 

He glared at the closed doors. 
Other women threw themselves at him and he had heard that he had recentl
y been nominated the most desir
able bachelor for some women’s magaz
ine.  What did other women see
in him that
Tara
didn’t? 

 

Max turned on his heel, disgusted with himself for even thinking such ridiculous thoughts
and walked quickly down the hallway
toward
his father’s office.  The king rarely summoned him during business hours so it must be something important to be called down to his father’s office in the middle of the day.  They generally spoke during dinner hours and discussed the business
of the country
and projects that happened during the day. 

 

“Yes father?” Max asked as soon as he stepped into his father’s private offices.

 

“Max!  Good, good.  Very efficient secretary you have there.  I only called her five minutes ago.”

 

“Yes.  S
h
e’s very good
,

he said, thinking of her luscious figure and wondering how
good
she would feel in his arms. 
He instinctively knew they would be incredible together. 

 

“Have a seat,”
the king
said
, interrupting Max’s sexual fantasy that starred his not-int
erested secretary.  The king wa
ved behind him
indicating
the sofa and chairs that were situated in one corner of his office.  “I wanted to talk to you without the rest of the family around.  Especially your mother.”

 

Max had a sneaking suspicion he knew what this was going to be about if his father didn’t want his mother involved.  Marriage.  Or more specifically, grandchildren.

 

As soon as they were both settled, Max
was
proven
right.  “I want to know what you’re doing about producing an heir, son.”

 

Max settled back and smiled fondly at his father.  “I think you have several heirs and
the trend
will continue
if Ana and Mara’s current patter
n
is any indication
,”
he joked.

 

The king was not interested in joking.  “Don’t be obtuse, Max.  This is serious stuff.  You’re thirty six years old. 
You have an obligation to your title and to your country to marry and produce an heir to the throne. 
You should already have your nursery set up and well established by now.  I want to know what is keeping you from producing my grandson.”

 

Max wasn’t intimidated by the king’s demands.  He smiled and nodded his head. 
“Just find me the right woman and I’ll marry her, father.”
  He ignored the image of
Tara
’s impish smile
that popped into his head.  She wasn’t interested in him in that way and he needed to accept that.

 

“Now, you know after the last two
marriage experiences in this family
, your mother has refused to do anything about arranged marriages anymore.  Mara
beth
’s was a relief to get out of and, well, you know about Ana
stasia
’s
shocking behavior
,” the king shook his head at the memories.
 

Didn’t think we’d make it to the alter on that one,” the king said gruffly, remembering the chaos both his daughters had caused during their romances prior to the wedding.

 

Max laughed at his father’s c
ontinued annoyance more than three
years after Ana’s wedding.  Getting back to the topic, he reminded his father,
“I take out every woman mother sees fit to match me up with
.”
 

 

“And then some,” King Stephan
grumbled
, eyeing his son with a stern expression.  “And if I know your mother
, she’s picking eminently eligible
ladies to introduce you to.  She’s just as interested in having grandchildren but for a whole different reason entirely,” he said stiffly.
 

 

Max smiled, knowing his father wanted exactly the same thing his mother wanted. 
“Are you saying you wouldn’t like a few grandkids to spoil?  Don’t even try to convince me that you’re only interested in ensuring
succession of
the crown,” Max laughed.  “I’ve seen you around Mindy, Lucas and
Angelica.  You love those kids,

he said, referring to his nieces and nephew.

 

The king smiled fondly
at the thought of his three grandchildren
.  “Yes, but they don’t live here.  And none will take over the throne.  That’s up to you.  So what are you going to do about it?”

 

An image of a sultry, efficient brunette popped into his head.  He quickly banished the idea. 
Tara
didn’t even know he was male, he reminded himself.  If it didn’t have a computer or budget attached to it, she wouldn’t notice it.  “I’ll get right on it,” Max said.  “Was there anything else?”

 

King Stephan sighed heavily. “No.  That’s all.  We’ll catch up on the rest later.”

 

Max stood up and walked over to his father’s chair. 
“Sorry I can’t speed things up, father,” he said and patted his father’s shoulder. 

 

“Well, see what you can do abou
t trying,” Stephan said gruffly as his son walked to his office door. 

 

“Will do,” Max said before closing the door behind him.  He walked back to his offices and found the meeting he’d left just letting out. 
Tara
was still writing down notes on a notebook. 

 

She looked up and noticed him, then quickly straightened, “I’ll get these notes typed up for you immediately,” she said and efficiently walked over to her computer. 

 


T
hat’s fine,” Max said,
stopping a short distance away so he could admire
her legs in the shorter than normal skirt.  “What’s next on the agenda?” he asked, sitting down on the corner of her desk.

 

He watched as
Tara
pressed a few keys on her keyboard and his daily agenda popped up.  “You have lunch with security, then afternoon meetings with the machinists union.  That runs until five o’clock, and
a charity ball
tonight with Lady
Margaret
.”

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