Page 29 of Her Forbidden Bargain

She glanced around the large foyer where Rene stood waiting for him and then she took his wrist and drew him aside. “Look,” she said. “I think I’ve changed my mind about sitting by the pool.”

“Too late.”

“We’re not at work. You can’t just give orders and expect me to do what you say.”

“Yes, I can. And I have. Go relax by the pool while I sort out my family.”

“I don’t like taking orders in my personal life.”

“Too late. I’m a bossy kind of man, which you already know.”

“Yes, but I thought⁠—”

He bent and kissed her, because he knew Sheri would keep arguing and he needed to get her somewhere safe before Blanche and the rest of the family came out and started questioning him in front of her.

If he was going to protect her, he needed her safely tucked away.

He lifted his head, turned her toward Nathalie. “Go.” He followed his command with a smack on her backside. She gave him a quick glance over her shoulder. “I will now, but this is the last time I’m going to be tucked away while you deal with a problem.”

“We can discuss it the next time we’re in this situation,” he said, fairly confident that they’d never be in this situation again.

She shook her head, and he wondered if she regretted going with him last night. He watched her walk away, trying to make himself regret that he’d taken a nice young woman and put her in this situation, but he couldn’t. There was something about Sheri that drew him. For safety’s sake, he should back away, but he’d always lived for danger and this woman seemed like a challenge he could handle.

“An employee! Tristan, honestly, you’ve gone too far this time.”

“Rene, it’s not as it seems.”

“Good luck explaining that to the board.”

Tristan felt very much the wayward son as he leaned against the mantel in his father’s den. It was funny to him that, outside of this room, he was considered to be a forceful man. Inside, he was always keenly aware that he was his father’s son. And that he’d never lived up to the expectations Louis had for sons. Rene did it exceptionally well but he’d been the eldest and the expectations for him had been different than the expectations for Tristan, which were pretty much that he simply stayed out of trouble.

“This can’t continue,” his mother said.

“Maman, it’s not as if I seek out this kind of publicity.”

“We know that, Tris. But you have to admit your behavior is out of control,” Blanche said.

“Out of control? I’m trying to have a normal life.”

“We want you to settle down,” his father said. “That’s the only real solution to this problem. Until you do, the paparazzi aren’t going to lose interest in you.”

Tristan shrugged one shoulder. He wasn’t marrying again, something he’d promised to Cecile on her deathbed. Their relationship had been so intense, even in those last moments when he’d held her fragile body in his arms and watched her slowly slip away from him.

“The press have always been interested in our family,” he said.

“The rest of us don’t do anything that gives them a reason to photograph us,” Rene said.

“What are you getting at? I can’t control their actions.”

“That’s right, you can hardly control your own,” his father said.

“Père, I’m grown. I don’t answer to you.”

“Do you answer to Ms. Donnelly?” Blanche quietly interjected into what would have been a very heated argument between him and his father.

“Why do you ask?” Protecting Sheri had been on his mind since she’d screamed outside the villa on Mykonos. He’d brought her here thinking that together the entire Sabina family could help him keep her out of the glare of the spotlight, but he realized now that he didn’t want to leave her in their care. Not that the option of doing that was open to him now.

“Because she’s not used to being followed by tabloid photographers, and she works for us.”