How could Ella deny it, when Philippe held her hand as they walked toward Rockefeller Plaza, when he’d poured her wine at lunch and asked if she’d had a boyfriend? Of course it was a date. A wonderful date, a date that had her heart beating hard and her mouth drying and nameless hopes welling up inside her. And yet… It wasn’t going to go anywhere. It was just one day. One date. And by this time tomorrow Chase would have returned and Philippe would be all about business, and then she’d never, ever see him again. Which was good, she told herself quickly, because no matter how charming Philippe was now, the tabloids didn’t lie that much. The photos she’d seen were real. He was still a playboy with a woman on each arm, frequenting the casinos and clubs of Europe’s most glamorous cities. Not the kind of guy she should ever fall for. Not to mention the whole royalty thing, which put him right out of her league anyway. “Why are you frowning so much?” Philippe asked. She heard laughter in his voice as she turned to him, and she frowned all the more.
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