Page 164 of Bride By Coronation

"See what?" Fiona asks.

I put my hand over her lips, not trusting the room to be free of recording devices. "We will discuss things later. Go put something nice on. I'm taking you out for dinner."

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Fiona

"Something wrong?" Kirill asks.

I slide another dress along the rod and then turn in his direction. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, because these dresses are all beautiful, but are there any sexy cocktail dresses?"

His lips twitch. "Do you know much about Morocco?"

I shake my head.

He slides his finger on my chest above the towel while informing me, "It's customary for women to cover their legs and arms."

"Oh. I feel stupid for not knowing that," I admit.

"Not stupid, just unaware, but now you know," he assures, then a mischievous expression appears on his face, and he adds, "You'll look just as sexy in one of these dresses as you would in a cocktail dress. But I'll take you out when we get to Chicago so you can put one of those on." He winks.

I laugh. "Deal." I spin back to the rack, sliding the hangers over the rod and declaring, "These really are pretty dresses. Which oneshould I wear?"

"You'll look amazing in any of them. Surprise me," he replies, then exits the closet.

I sort through the large selection, then settle on a mint-green, long-sleeved maxi dress with a bohemian print of light-pink flowers scattered across the soft and breathable material. I pair it with strappy, brown sandals, gold and pink teardrop earrings, and several gold bangle bracelets.

I step out of the closet, and Kirill's eyes light up. He boasts, "See, I knew you'd look sexy."

My butterflies flutter hard. I drag my gaze over his khaki pants and white linen shirt, complimenting, "You look great too."

"Thanks. Ready to go?" he asks.

"Yes."

He takes my hand, kisses it, then leads me into the main room.

Zara whistles. "Look at you two!"

"Have fun," Sean offers, glancing up from his laptop.

"Are you going to work all night?" I question, feeling bad for Zara if she can't have fun in Morocco.

He narrows his eyes. "I'll be done soon."

Kirill nods, and I don't push further, offering, "Have a good night."

"You too," Zara replies, then wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I laugh, and Kirill leads me out of the royal quarters, through the door, and down several hallways. After a few turns, he opens a door, revealing an SUV.

The driver bows. "Your Majesties."

"Thank you," we reply.

He opens the back door.

We get inside, he shuts the door, and goes to the driver's side. He slides in and turns on the engine.

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