He added a glare to his order so she would back down. It didn't work. She wouldn't be intimidated. In truth, she glared back. 'You don't want me, remember?' she challenged.
He smiled. 'Oh, I want you all right. I'm just not willing to marry you. I'm being completely honest with you and I can see from your blush I've embarrassed you. You're too damn young and innocent for this ridiculous game you've taken on. Let my father…'
'Your father is too ill to help me,' she interrupted. She jerked her arm away from his hold. 'But there are others who will come to my aid. You needn't be concerned.'
He couldn't explain why he felt insulted, but he did. 'Since my father is too ill to see to his duty of looking out for you, the task falls on my shoulders.'
'No, it doesn't,' she argued. 'Your brother, Caine, will act as my guardian. He's next in line.'
'But Caine's conveniently ill too, isn't he?'
'I don't believe there is anything convenient about his illness, Colin.'
He didn't argue the point with her, and in fact pretended he hadn't heard her. 'And as your guardian during this period of family illness, I will decide where you go and when. Don't give me that defiant look, young lady,' he ordered. 'I always get my way. By nightfall I'll know why you think you have to get married so quickly.'
She shook her head. He grabbed hold of her chin and held her steady. 'God, but you're stubborn.' He tweaked her nose, then let go of her. 'I'll be back in a few hours. Stay put, Alesandra. If you leave, I'll come after you.'
Raymond and Stefan were both waiting in the foyer. Colin walked past the two guards, then stopped. 'Don't let her leave,' he ordered.
Raymond immediately nodded. Alesandra's eyes widened. 'They're my guards, Colin,' she called out. Damn, he'd treated her like a child when he'd tweaked her nose and talked so condescendingly to her, and now she was behaving like one.
'Yes, they are your guards,' Colin agreed. He opened the front door, then turned back to her. 'But they answer to me. Isn't that right, boys?'
Both Raymond and Stefan immediately nodded. She was a bit piqued, and almost blurted out her opinion of his high-handed methods.
'Will you be gone long, Colin?' she inquired, her voice quite calm.
He thought she sounded hoarse. She looked like she wanted to shout at him. Colin smiled. 'Probably,' he answered. 'Will you miss me?'
She matched his smile. 'Probably not.'
The door closed on his laughter.
Chapter 4
She didn't miss him at all. Colin didn't come home until well after the dinner hour. Alesandra was thankful he stayed away because she didn't want his interference, and the man certainly did seem to interfere.
She was kept busy with her appointments. She spent the remainder of the morning and all afternoon entertaining her father's old friends. They called, one after another, to pay their respects and to offer her assistance while she was in London. Most of the visitors were titled members of the ton, but there were also artists and laborers as well. Alesandra's father had had a wide range of friends. He had been an excellent judge of character, a trait she believed she had inherited, and she found she liked every one of his friends.
Matthew Andrew Dreyson was her last appointment. The elderly, potbellied man had been her father's trusted agent in England, and he still handled some of Alesandra's assets. Dreyson had held the coveted position of subscriber on the rolls of Lloyd's of London for over twenty-three years. His standards as a broker were of the very highest. He wasn't just ethical; he was also clever. Alesandra's father had instructed his wife, who in turn had instructed his daughter, that in the event of his death Dreyson should be leaned upon for financial advice.
Alesandra invited him to stay for dinner. Flannaghan and Valena served the meal. The lady's maid did most of the work, however, as Flannaghan was busy listening to the financial discussion at the table. He was astonished that a woman would have extensive knowledge of the marketplace, and made a mental note to tell his employer what he had overheard.
Dreyson spent a good two hours going over various recommendations. Alesandra added one of her own, then completed her transactions. The broker used only her initials when placing his slips before the underwriters at Lloyd's, because it was simply unthinkable for a woman to invest in any venture. Even Dreyson would have been appalled if he'd known the suggestions she gave him actually came from her, but she understood the man's prejudice against women. She'd gotten around that obstacle by inventing an old friend of the family she called her Uncle Albert. She told Dreyson the man wasn't really related to her, but she held such great affection for him she'd begun to think of him as her relative years ago. To ensure Dreyson wouldn't try to investigate the man, she added the mention that Albert had been a close personal friend of her father's.
Dreyson's curiosity had been appeased by her explanation. He didn't have any qualms about taking stock orders from a man, although he did comment more than once how odd it was that Albert allowed her to sign her initials as his ambassador. He wanted to meet her adviser and honorary relative, but Alesandra quickly explained that Albert was a recluse these days and wouldn't allow company. Since he'd moved to England, he found visitors a distraction to his peaceful daily routine, she lied. Because Dreyson was making a handsome commission on each order he placed with the underwriters, and because Uncle Albert's advice to date had been quite on the mark, he didn't argue with the princess. If Albert didn't wish to meet him, so be it. The last thing he wanted to do was alienate his client. Albert, he decided, was simply eccentric.
After dinner they returned to the salon, where Flannaghan served Dreyson a glass of port. Alesandra sat on the settee across from her guest and listened to several amusing stories about the subscribers who haunted the floors of the Royal Exchange. She would have loved to see for herself the gleaming hardwood floors cluttered with wooden stalls they called boxes where the underwriters conducted their business. Dreyson told her about a quaint custom that had begun way back in 1710, referred to as the Caller in the Room. A waiter, he explained, known as the Kidney, would step up into what looked very like a pulpit and read the newspapers in a loud, clear voice while the audience of gentlemen sat at their tables and sipped their drinks. Alesandra had to be content to picture the events in her mind, however, as women were not allowed in the Royal Exchange.
Colin came home just as Dreyson was finishing his drink. He tossed his cloak in Flannaghan's direction, then strode into the salon. He came to a quick stop when he spotted the visitor.
Both Alesandra and Dreyson stood up. She introduced the agent to her host. Colin already knew who Dreyson was. He was impressed, too, for Dreyson's reputation was well known in the shipping community. The broker was considered by many to be a financial genius. Colin admired the man. In the cutthroat business of the market, Dreyson was one of the very few who put his clients' affairs above his own profits. He was actually honorable, and Colin considered that a remarkable quality in an agent.
'Have I interrupted an important meeting?' he asked.
'We were finished with our business,' Dreyson replied. 'It's a pleasure to meet you, sir,' the broker continued. 'I've been following the progress of your company and I must compliment you. From ownership of three ships to over twenty in just five years' time is quite impressive, sir.'
Colin nodded. 'My partner and I try to stay competitive,' he said.
'Have you considered offering shares to outsiders, sir? Why, I myself would be interested in investing in such a sound venture.'
Colin's leg was throbbing painfully. He shifted positions, winced, and then shook his head. He wanted to sit down, prop his injured leg up, and drink until the ache went away. He wasn't about to pamper himself, however, and shifted positions again until he was leaning against the side of the settee, then forced himself to think about the conversation he was engaged in with the agent.
'No,' he announced. 'The shares in the Emerald Shipping Company are fifty-fifty between Nathan and me. We aren't interested in outsiders gaining possession.'
