In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 316

The King took his place at the center of the receiving line, with Niko and Amelia to his right, Alexei and Keira to his left. Then began the seemingly endless procession of dignitaries, nobles, and government officials, each one offering formal greetings.

Keira followed Amelia's example, offering her hand when appropriate, inclining her head. By the fortieth introduction, her face ached from smiling, but she maintained her composure. There was no way in hell she was going to remember names and faces. She had tried at the beginning, but now the task was beyond her.

"You're doing wonderfully," Alexei whispered during a brief lull.

"I can't feel my cheeks anymore," she replied under her breath. "Is it always this formal?"

"Only when Father's showing off." Alexei's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Wait until the dancing starts."

"Oh, I'm so excited… not."

He gave another one of his wicked grins before shaking the hand of yet another guest.

The receiving line finally ended, and they were escorted to the head table on a raised dais overlooking the ballroom. Keira found herself seated between Alexei and an elderly duchess who peered at her through thick glasses.

"American, are you?" the duchess asked as the first course was served.

"Yes, from New York," Keira replied.

"Hmm." The duchess adjusted her glasses. "Bold of Alexei to choose a foreigner. Then again, Niko did the same. Amelia's family was from here, and that turned out well enough. She is quite popular with the people."

"She is?" Keira asked. In other words, the woman could be telling her what she already knew… She was not.

The duchess leaned closer. "Between us, the palace needed some fresh blood. Too much inbreeding leads to weak chins and simple minds."

Keira nearly choked on her wine. "I... see."

"Don't look so shocked, dear. I've been around long enough to speak my mind," the duchess said with a wink. "Besides, you're marrying Alexei. You'll need a thick skin and a good sense of humor. That boy was always a naughty one."

As crystal clinked and more applause erupted, Alexei leaned close. "See? Easy," he reminded her. "The hard part's over."

"Is it?" she whispered back.

"No," he admitted with a grin. "But at least now everyone knows you're mine."

The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of how he'd left her that morning frustrated and wanting. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're enjoying this far too much."

"Just wait until the dancing begins," he murmured, his voice dropping to that register that always made her core clench. "I intend to hold you very close."

The rest of the meal passed in a blur of congratulations and curious glances. When the tables were finally cleared and the orchestra struck up a waltz, Alexei rose and offered his hand.

"May I have this dance, Miss Warner?" he asked formally, though his eyes danced with private amusement.