Prince Voronov's Virgin (16 page)

“You are my wife and the mother of my child. You are a princess, and wealthier than you have ever dreamed. What more could you possibly need from me?”

“What more indeed,” she said, turning her head away to gaze into the distance just as he had earlier.

“I will return in a few days.” He stood there a moment more, hesitating. For what reason, he did not know.

She waved a hand as if she were a queen dismissing a functionary. She did not look at him. “Fine. Have fun.”

A few days turned into a week. A week turned into two. Paige had never felt so angry, so alone and so useless in her life. Alexei had dragged her to Russia, married her, and left her to rot in a gilded prison. This was not how she’d envisioned her life turning out. At only twenty-six, she’d thought she had a lifetime ahead of her to do what she wanted, to explore the world, to find a partner in life and get married. To have children.

Reflexively she pressed her hand to her abdomen. This child was the only wonderful thing about her relationship with Alexei.

But nothing about this life was normal. She’d left everything behind for the promise of financial security for her sister. But what about her needs? What about the baby? Would Alexei ever be more than a figurehead? Or would he simply leave phone messages and make vague promises about returning soon?

Paige had been deceived about so many things. Deceived about Chad and his relationship with Emma. Deceived about Alexei’s true intentions when he’d first professed an interest in her. Deceived about the family connection between the man she worked for and the man she’d fallen into bed with.

Everything had been a deception. The only real thing in her life was this baby. Her fingers tightened over her belly. Sometimes she wondered if the baby was still there. How would she know? According to the doctor, she wouldn’t show
for some time, and she wouldn’t feel movement for several more weeks.

“Please don’t leave me, little one,” she murmured. “You’re all I have left.”

The only person who would need her and love her was this baby. She hadn’t heard from Emma since she’d left Texas two weeks ago. It tortured her to think that Emma might never forgive her.

And it angered her. Because she and Emma had been together so long and been through so much. How could her sister truly cut Paige from her life after all they’d been through? She knew Emma was angry, rightfully so, but Paige had to believe her sister would eventually pick up the phone or send an e-mail.

Because if she didn’t believe it, she would never make it through the endless days and nights.

And the days literally were endless. This far north, it never got fully dark at night. As the solstice approached, the sky darkened to dusk, and the horizon stayed pink until the sun rose only a few short hours later. It was beautiful and magical, and yet there was no one to share it with.

Paige was more alone here than she’d ever been in the darkest, loneliest hours after her mother had died.

It was true there was a large staff at the Voronov Palace, but they were here to serve her, not to be her friend. Not that she hadn’t tried to make friends, but Vasily frowned upon it. He was formal and structured. He bowed in her presence and called her “princess,” no matter how odd it made her feel.

She did not feel like a princess, but he insisted on maintaining that level of formality and he insisted the staff do so as well. She’d been assigned a personal assistant, a cool young woman named Mariya whose job it was to transform her into a princess worthy of Alexei. So far, there had been daily Russian lessons, etiquette lessons and deportment lessons.

Today, Mariya had informed her, they were going on a shopping trip to St. Petersburg. Paige, who had never been comfortable shopping in her life, looked forward to the trip as if it were her favorite thing to do. Finally a chance to get out of the palace and see
something.

The ride into town took about a half an hour. Mariya sat silent and respectful across from Paige in the limo, only speaking when Paige asked questions or commented on the sights. Another dark car led the way in front of them, with a following car behind them.

“Why do we need three cars?” Paige asked.

Mariya regarded her evenly. “It is security, your highness.”

“Security?” She’d given up asking Mariya not to call her
your highness.
“Is it dangerous where we are going?”

Mariya’s short blond hair didn’t dare to move a millimeter when the woman shook her head. “You are a princess and your husband is very wealthy. Security is appropriate.”

When they arrived on the Nevsky Prospekt, where all the couture boutiques were located, Mariya made Paige wait in the car while she had a security team check each store before they went inside. Once the men gave their okay—what manner of sinister things they expected in a clothing store, Paige had no idea—Mariya hustled Paige into the building.

Once inside, a team of women descended. Mariya conversed with them in Russian, and then Paige was whisked into the back of the shop and dress after dress was brought out for her inspection. Because she didn’t know the first thing about fashion, she ended up saying they were all nice. Finally, Mariya gave a crisp order and several of the garments were taken away.

“Please try these on, Princess Voronova,” she said.

Paige spent the next hour trying on clothes and shoes. When she emerged in a wine-colored silk gown, another
woman was standing there, a frown fixed on her face. Mariya, Paige noted, seemed irritated.

“Princess Voronova, may I introduce you to the Countess Kozlova?”

“So this is the American that Alexei has married,” the countess interjected with a sniff.

Something about the way the woman said Alexei’s name sent a spear of jealousy through Paige’s breastbone. That, and the other woman’s appearance. The countess was blonde and groomed to within an inch of her life. She exuded elegance and poise, and she looked far more like the kind of woman Alexei should be with. She made Paige feel duller and frumpier than she ever had.

It surprised her, but the thought of Alexei with another woman had the power to make her crazy. He was still such a stranger to her, and yet she sometimes felt as if they were connected by more than just a baby.

She felt foolish for thinking so, when clearly he did not feel compelled to return to her side. For all she knew, he was living the single life in Moscow, sleeping with a different woman every night and never planning to return to his plain, pregnant wife.

“Ochen’ priyatno,”
Paige said.

The countess’s exotic eyes narrowed.
“Mnye tozhye.”

Paige knew it was the proper reply, yet she doubted very much the countess was actually pleased to meet her. The problem with learning Russian was that she couldn’t understand inflections the way she would if the woman had replied in sarcastic English.

“You must come to my salon,” the countess said. “There are many people who would like to meet you.”

Paige didn’t know what to say. She glanced at Mariya, but the woman was busy staring at her feet. Instinctively she was certain the Countess Kozlova did not like her. But she wasn’t
certain she could refuse an invitation. Would it reflect badly on Alexei? Did she care if it did?

Paige felt a slow flush creeping up her neck. For God’s sake, the man had left her alone since they’d returned from Texas. He’d told her to learn how to be a princess, and then he’d abandoned her instead of helping her to learn the role himself. She was out of her element, out of her depth and growing more furious by the minute.

How dare he throw her into shark-infested waters to sink or swim on her own! How dare he drag her from her life and those she loved when he didn’t want or need her!

Was this how she was going to live? Was this how she was going to be the best mother for her baby? By cowering and moping and waiting for instruction?

Something inside her snapped as she faced the woman watching her so confidently, one immaculately groomed eyebrow lifted in question. She felt as if the countess was mocking her, as if the world was mocking her.

And she was sick of her lack of control over her own life.

By God, from now on she would stop living like a hermit in a grand palace and immerse herself in the life and culture. Alexei wanted a princess? Then he would get one, though it might not be the one he wanted.

“Speciba,”
she replied, lifting her chin. “I would be pleased to attend.”

The countess bared her teeth in a smile. “Very well. I will send the details to your social secretary,
da?
I
so
look forward to it, Princess.”

Countess Kozlova lived in a grand town house located on one of the canals that crisscrossed St. Petersburg and gave it the nickname “Venice of the North.” On the drive into town, Paige had begun to believe she’d made a mistake in agreeing
to come to the countess’s party. Mariya hadn’t said a word, but Paige could feel her assistant’s disapproval.

She’d steadfastly ignored it, just as Alexei had ignored her. Three days had passed since she’d gone shopping and met the countess, and Alexei had not called once. Though Paige had wanted to pull the covers over her head and pretend she’d not accepted the invitation, she’d known she could not do so. Instead, after consulting Mariya as to the type of party this was and what she was expected to wear, she’d chosen a white silk gown and tall, crystal-studded sandals that peeked from beneath the hem whenever she walked.

A maid twisted her hair up into an elegant French knot, and then Mariya had shown up with a selection of jewels that made Paige’s breath catch in her chest. The diamonds, Mariya had informed her, had once belonged to a Romanov queen. As if the glittering jewels weren’t enough, Mariya had also produced a tiara.

Paige had stared at herself in the mirror for several minutes, her eyes glassing over with tears. She looked elegant, like a princess should look. For the first time since she’d come to Russia, she felt as if she might actually learn to belong here.

Appropriately gowned and coiffed, Paige had set out on the journey into town, her heart thrumming like a bird in a cage. Now, as she stood in the glittering ballroom surrounded by men and women speaking Russian, she once more felt alone and isolated and completely out of her depth.

She should not have come. She should have contented herself with a book like she had so many other nights. Mariya was by her side to translate, but unless the woman sat behind her at dinner and told her which fork to use when, Paige would be lost. There hadn’t been much use for this kind of complicated etiquette where she’d grown up.

“Ah, Princess Voronova,” the countess said as she sauntered
up with her hand wrapped around a man’s arm, “it is so nice to see you. I wish you to meet my brother, Yevgeny. He has admired you from afar and I have said I would introduce you.”

Paige hoped her palms weren’t sweating too badly as she held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

Yevgeny bowed over her hand as he placed a kiss on the back of it. “Very beautiful,” he murmured. “Perhaps you will honor me with a dance?”

“I’m not much good at dancing, I’m afraid,” Paige said.

“Nonsense.”

“No, it’s true. There wasn’t much time for dancing back home.”

“Home is Texas, no?” the countess said. She turned to her brother. “Alexei is so amusing. When I saw him in Moscow a few days ago, he told me he’d married an American girl with no money or connections. Were you a cowgirl, Princess Voronova?”

The blood pounded in Paige’s temples. This woman had seen Alexei recently? Had talked with him? He had spoken to her of their relationship?

“You have me at a disadvantage, Countess,” Paige said as coolly as she could. “I’ve heard nothing at all about you from my husband.”

The countess laughed, her golden eyes sparkling with a hint of malice. “No, I rather doubt you have. It might not be good for marital felicity, no?”

Before Paige could manage a reply, the countess turned to her brother and gave him a playful little slap on the arm. “Yevgeny, do be good to the princess, will you? I have to speak with Mr. Kaminski.”

“My sister is angry with you,” Yevgeny said once the countess was gone.

Paige watched the woman move across the room, her hips
rolling sensually as she walked, the curve of her buttocks swaying with the kind of practiced grace that Paige knew she did not have. Men’s heads turned to watch her progress.

“I don’t know why. I’ve done nothing to her.”

He took her arm and began to lead her around the crowd toward a door on the other side of the room. Paige didn’t want to be rude, so she didn’t protest. But when she glanced behind her for Mariya, the woman had disappeared.

“Ah, but you have done something,” he said smoothly. “You have married Prince Voronov, which is a task she had set for herself after the count died.”

“I imagine if Alexei had wanted to marry her, he would have done so. It’s hardly my fault.”

Yevgeny laughed. He was tall, blond and rather handsome. He was the kind of man she used to be attracted to, she thought wistfully. But since Alexei had come into her life, she seemed to only want dark, brooding men who ignored her.

Yevgeny appeared to be nice enough, in spite of his sister, and his English was good. For the first time in weeks, someone was talking to her as an equal. It’d been too long since she’d had a normal conversation with anyone—though this was hardly a normal conversation.

“Yes,” Yevgeny said, “she had her chance to reel him in when they were lovers.”

Paige stumbled, but Yevgeny righted her. “Sorry,” she said. Alexei and the countess had been lovers? Were they lovers when he’d taken her to the Voronov Palace that night so many weeks ago? Her temples throbbed with the notion. She’d known Alexei wasn’t celibate when they’d met, but she’d never considered he was involved with someone else at the time.

Yevgeny had guided her onto a terrace that overlooked a canal. The sky was pink with the setting sun that would never
entirely disappear for the night. A boat glided along the canal while people stood at the railings, watching the city slide by.