The Prince's Waitress Wife

by Sarah Morgan

• ISBN13: 9780373235629
• ISBN10: 0373235623
• Edition: Large
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2009-02-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Bedded for the prince's pleasureWhen virgin waitress Holly is thrown into the playboy prince's arms, he lives up to his wicked reputation by bedding her--then casting her aside!Expecting the prince's love-childHolly is pregnant! Casper is furious; Holly's just a scheming gold digger, but royal protocol demands he make her his bride!Wedded by royal commandInnocent Holly has the wedding of her dreams--and Casper knows her first duty as his convenient wife will be on their wedding night....

Excerpts

'Keep your eyes down, serve the food and then leave. No lingering in the President's Suite. No gazing, no engaging the prince in conversation, and no flirting.Especiallyno flirting-- Prince Casper has a shocking reputation when it comes to women. Holly, are you listening to me?'Holly surfaced from a whirlpool of misery long enough to nod. 'Yes,' she croaked. 'I'm listening, Sylvia.''Then what did I just say?'Holly's brain was foggy from lack of sleep and a constant roundabout of harsh self-analysis. 'You said--you told me--' Her voice tailed off. 'I don't know. I'm sorry.'Sylvia's mouth tightened with disapproval. 'What is the matter with you? Usually you're extremely efficient and reliable, that's why I picked you for this job!'Efficient and reliable.Holly flinched at the description.Another two flaws to add to the growing list of reasons why Eddie had dumped her.Apparently oblivious to the effect her words were having, Sylvia ploughed on. 'I shouldn't have to remind you that today is the most important day of my career--catering for royalty at Twickenham Stadium. This is the Six Nations championship! The most important and exciting rugby tournament of the year! The eyes of the world are upon us! If we get this right, we're made. And more work for me means more work for you.But I need you to concentrate!'Atall, slim waitress with a defiant expression on her face stalked over to them, carrying a tray of empty champagne glasses. 'Give her a break, will you? Her fiance broke off their engagement last night. It's a miracle she's here at all. In her position, I wouldn't even have dragged myself out of bed.''He broke off the engagement?' Sylvia glanced from one girl to the other. 'Holly, is Nicky telling the truth? Why did he do that?'Because she was efficient and reliable. Because her hair was the colour of a sunset rather than a sunflower. Because she was prudish and inhibited. Because her bottom was too big...Contemplating the length of the list, Holly was swamped by a wave of despair. 'Eddie's been promoted to Marketing Director. I don't fit his new image.' So far she hadn't actually cried and she was quite proud of that--proud and a little puzzled.Why hadn't she cried?ShelovedEddie. They'd planned a future together. 'He's expected to entertain clients and journalists and, well, he's driving a Porsche now, and he needs a woman to match.' With a wobbly smile and a shrug, she tried to make light of it. 'I'm more of a small family-hatchback.''You are much too good for him, that's what you are.' Nicky scowled and the glasses on the tray jangled dangerously. 'He's a b--''Nicky!' Sylvia gave a shocked gasp, interrupting Nicky's insult. 'Please remember that you are the face of my company!''In that case you'd better pay for botox before I develop permanent frown-lines from serving a bunch of total losers every day.' Nicky's eyes flashed. 'Holly's ex and his trophy-blonde slut are knocking back the champagne like Eddie is Marketing Director of some Fortune 100 company, not the local branch of Pet Palace.''She's with him?' Holly felt the colour drain from her face. 'Then I can't go up there. Their hospitality box is really close to the President's Suite. It would just be too embarrassing for everyone. All his colleagues staring at me--herstaring at me--what am I going to do?''Replace him with someone else. The great thing about really unsuitable men is that they're not in short supply.' Nicky thrust the tray into the hands of her apoplectic boss and slipped her arm through Holly's. 'Breathe deeply. In and out--that's it--good. Now, here's what you're going to do. You're going to sashay into that royal box and kiss that sexy, wicked prince. If you're going to fall for an unsuitable man, at least make sure he's a rich, powerful one. The king of t