Dinner with the prince...

Xander's POV…

After doing a few inspections, Xander walked in long strides, Gerald keeping close behind, headed for the 6th floor.

'This woman is going to be the end of me', he thought to himself. She had continuously embarrassed him infront of Gerald and he had grown tired of it.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he pressed on the floor button before taking a glance at the older man's straight face.

'Geralds mind must be running with all sorts of imaginations', he thought again, feeling judged and very self consous.

" I didn't kidnap her, she's the one who came to me", he suddenly said.

'Why am I explaining myself? Why do I care about what he's thinking?' He regretted opening his mouth. He always maintained a professional relationship with his staff and had never crossed any lines before.

"I beg your pardon, your highness?"Gerald asked as if he had been interrupted from thought.

" Nothing," he answered before stepping out of the elevator.

They had just stepped into the hallw