In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 357

"That's not exactly reassuring," Amelia said before she could stop herself.

To her surprise, Niko chuckled… a warm, genuine sound that transformed his face. "No, I suppose it isn't. Would you prefer I lie and claim I've been dreaming of this moment all my life? That you are everything I have ever wished for? That I love you at first sight?"

The unexpected humor caught her off guard, and she found herself smiling. "No. I appreciate the honesty."

"Good. I value honesty as well." He shifted slightly to face her more directly. "I may not have chosen this path if I were a private citizen, but I'm not. Neither of us is marrying under ideal circumstances, but I believe we can build something worthwhile from this beginning."

Something worthwhile. Not romantic, exactly, but far better than the cold, dutiful arrangement she'd feared.

"I hope so," she said.

The car pulled up to the entrance of the Botanical Gardens, where their security team was already taking positions. A staff member waited to greet them at a private entrance.

"Your Royal Highness, Miss Wilson, welcome," he said with a deep bow. "We've prepared the eastern pavilion for your luncheon, as requested."

"Thank you, Henry," Niko replied, offering his arm to Amelia.

She placed her hand on his arm, acutely aware of their physical contact. His arm was solid beneath her fingers, warm through the fabric of his suit.

The gardens were spectacular with winding paths through colorful displays of spring blooms. As they walked, Amelia noticed how people stopped to bow or curtsy as they passed, keeping a respectful distance but clearly thrilled to catch a glimpse of their Crown Prince and his bride-to-be.

"Is it always like this?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," Niko admitted. "You'll learn to deal with it in time."

"That sounds… well exhausting."

"It can be." He glanced down at her.

They reached a secluded pavilion overlooking a lake. A table had been set for two, with a selection of covered dishes waiting. Their security took positions at a distance close enough to respond if needed but far enough to give an illusion of privacy.

Niko held her chair, waiting until she was seated before taking his own place. "I took the liberty of selecting a menu that showcases some of Wystovia's local farmers. I hope you'll find something to your liking."

The servers appeared, uncovering dishes of delicate pastries filled with herbs and cheese, thinly sliced smoked meats, and fresh spring vegetables prepared with unfamiliar spices.

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