was the Playboy Prince. Judging by the way Ella Jamison glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t looking—with chilly disdain—he was succeeding.
Too bad, in that moment, it felt like failure.
Still he’d managed to draw her out a little this evening, asking about New York, a fairly innocuous subject, and then moving on to herself—clearly not innocuous to Ella. She had deflected the personal questions, determinedly steering the conversation back to architecture.
“Chase Bryant always uses local, renewable materials in all of his buildings. And he strives to blend his design with the natural landscape.”
“Admirable,” Philippe murmured. He knew this already, and it was why he’d already decided to go with Bryant. “Are you interested in architecture, Ella?”
The seemingly innocent question caused a lovely blush to tinge her cheeks pink. “Of course,” she said after a second’s pause. “I work for Mr. Bryant, after all.”
“I mean personally. Did you consider training as an architect yourself?”
The blush deepened, the simple reaction making Philippe shift in his seat as desire streaked through him. “I did,” she said, glancing away. “But I only completed one year.”
Intrigued, he leaned forward. “What happened?”
“Life,” she said flatly, her gaze on him once more. “The reality is you can’t always have everything you want. But since you’re a prince, maybe you wouldn’t understand that.”
She was going on the defensive, a tactic he was very familiar with. “Actually,” he murmured. “I do.” All too well.
Her mouth twisted cynically. “It’s hard to imagine what dreams you’ve had to sacrifice.”
“I’m sure it is.”
She took a sip of wine, met his gaze over the rim of her glass. “So tell me.”
“Tell you—?”
“What dream did you sacrifice, Prince Philippe?”
Philippe leaned back in his seat. This conversation had just become a great deal more interesting. And dangerous. “I asked you,” he reminded her, “to call me Philippe.”
She was flirting with danger, Ella knew. With disaster. Why had she asked Philippe such a provocative question? She didn’t want to get personal with the prince. She didn’t want to know him. She just wanted to do her job and do it well, as she always did. It was what gave her a sense of both purpose and happiness, and the last thing she needed was Prince Philippe upsetting both of those.
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