When she swings her gaze back to my face, I can see the torment that is going on behind those beautiful blue eyes. “I want to say yes. I really do, Stellan.”
My lips curl upward. “So do it,skatter.”
Margot presses up onto her tiptoes, seeking out my mouth. I lean down and kiss her, pressing my lips to hers. She drops back down, biting her lower lip.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I won’t go anywhere, as long as you still want me to stay.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her. She settles against my chest, her arms slipping around my waist to hold me tightly.
I close my eyes and try to memorize every detail of this moment. To store this memory, keep it safe for a rainy day. Because I won’t always be this happy. She won’t always get to say yes.
But just now, it’s enough.
Chapter Thirty
Stellan
In the driver’s seat of my car, I look over at Margot. She looks anxious, chewing her lip and bouncing her knee.
“We are almost back to the palace,” I say. “Have you thought of what you’re going to say to your bosses?”
She looks over at me with a worried smile. “It’s all I’ve thought about since we got in the car. Yet I haven’t come up with anything good. What do I say?Sorry about the story, but I’ve decided to date the crown prince?”
I shrug. “Tell them the truth. They can’t be mad at you for that.”
She gives a huff of laughter. “Yes they can. They have every right to fire me. If I lose my job, I might get a call from immigration, wondering what I’m still doing here.”
I fix her with a long look. “You won’t. I’ll have Erik make some calls.”
Sighing, she looks away. “I wish I didn’t need you to call in any favors. But thank you for doing it.”
I pull the car up the long driveway in front of the palace, putting it in park. Glancing over at Margot, I tugher hand into my lap. She turns her head toward me, biting her lip.
I reach up and tuck a strand of her hair back behind her ear. “I have to go in and tell my grandmother that I’m defying her. You have to go tell your editor the same thing, basically.” I inhale deeply. “If it helps, I’m still in love with you.”
She laughs. “It definitely doesn’t hurt.”
I pull her in, kissing her fully on the mouth. Then I turn her loose with a sigh. “All right. I’m ready to face the firing squad.”
Margot nods, opening the car door. “Yeah. Text me later and let me know how it went.”
I climb out of the car and lean against the roof briefly. As she stands and grabs her bag, I stand there, looking at her ass and her bare legs in her super short dress.
God damn. After a weekend like we just had, where we fucked until we were too exhausted to move every single day… I should have found the saturation point with Margot. I should be content and fulfilled. And yet… I’m not.
I don’t know that I’ll ever be, to be completely honest.
I bite my lip, smiling. “I will.”
She wrinkles her nose and then walks away, heading for thePolitikenoffices. I take a deep breath and look up at the palace. Then I stride toward the main entrance, jogging up the steps.
As I enter a few people are waiting for me. A butler, several maids… and Erik, standing tall, looking especially Scandinavian with his blond hair and enormous stature.
“Erik,” I greet him. “How are things?”
Just from the way his lips thin, I can tell that he is irritated with me. He just turns and heads toward the carpeted stairs in front of us. “You were missed yesterday.”
I follow him up the stairs and into the grand hall, heading toward my study. He bursts through the door and strides past the leather armchairs and the fireplace, throwing himself down in the leather couch with a loud sigh.
