together in bed?”
“Perhaps,” he says, not admitting a thing. Then he adds, “Trust me, there is plenty of time for pleasure between parties. It’s a week full of special events.”
“I know. We got tickets for the race and the car show.”
“There are events nearly every day and night this week. My private yacht is the best place to view the race, and we end the festivities with the Queen’s Ball. Girls from all over the world hope to be my date.”
“It must suck to be the Prince.”
He’s taken aback. “That’s not the reaction I usually get. Why do you say that?”
“I suspect it’s like a buffet—so many options that you can’t choose just one.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to be my date?” He looks confused. I think Daniel is right. I don’t think he’s ever been turned down before.
“No offense, but I wasn’t one of those little girls who dreamed of becoming a princess.”
“Too bad. You’re breathtaking,” the Prince says, touching my face.
“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, mostly because no one has ever said that to me before.
He stares into my eyes, his hand on my face. “We’re causing a bit of a scene.”
I look around—even though I am fully aware of what is going on around me. Mostly. I had to let my guard down for a few minutes to focus on the Prince—and only him—to make him feel like the only man in the room.
“How are we causing a scene? We’re talking.”
“You’re new in town and have held my attention longer than most of my dates.”
“Yay for me!”
“Sarcasm. I like it.”
“I’ll just tell everyone that I was standing close to you because you smell good.” I will admit, so far, I actually like the Prince. He’s clearly trying to impress me. He’s charming, polite, has a sexy as hell accent, and does smell quite intoxicating.
He touches the tip of my nose. “You’re cute.”
I say, “Thank you, Your Highness,” in Montrovian.
He cocks his head in surprise. “You speak our language?”
“A little. I have an affinity for languages.”
“Not many people speak our native tongue anymore.”
“I know. I’m a history major,” I say.
“My country has a great many historical sites.”
“I know that, too. My brother may have come for the cars, but I came for the history. While he’s sleeping off last night, I’ll be visiting the art museum, the hot springs, and going on a tour of the castle.”
“The castle? Well, you know most of the rooms aren’t included in the public tour. You’d need to know someone if you wanted to see the best parts.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Let me guess. The best part is your place?”
He laughs. “I’d show you the rest of the castle, too. Would you like a private tour?”
“I’d love that, actually.”
“I will send my driver for you tomorrow at noon.”
“No.”
“But you just said you wanted—”
“You aren’t sending your driver. If you wanna hang out with me, you can come get me yourself. Or I’ll drive.”
“You did mention that you have a new car here. Care to drive me home?”
“Sure, why not?” I smile as I escort him down to the garage.
He whistles at the car I’ve been dying to get behind the wheel of and says, “This isn’t a street car, it’s a track car.”
I don’t know who was in charge of acquiring this car, but they get two big thumbs up from me. “I’m pretty sure it’s street legal. Besides, I’m with the Prince of Montrovia, I should be able to drive whatever I want, don’t you think?”
“This car is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“That’s because there were only two made. They had planned to make three, but the white carbon fiber proved to be difficult, so they only made two. It’s a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. Bad ass, right?”
“I’ll say. How did you get it?”
“I recently came into some money.” He raises his eyebrow at me, then looks at the car again. “Well,” I clarify, “it
“Perhaps,” he says, not admitting a thing. Then he adds, “Trust me, there is plenty of time for pleasure between parties. It’s a week full of special events.”
“I know. We got tickets for the race and the car show.”
“There are events nearly every day and night this week. My private yacht is the best place to view the race, and we end the festivities with the Queen’s Ball. Girls from all over the world hope to be my date.”
“It must suck to be the Prince.”
He’s taken aback. “That’s not the reaction I usually get. Why do you say that?”
“I suspect it’s like a buffet—so many options that you can’t choose just one.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to be my date?” He looks confused. I think Daniel is right. I don’t think he’s ever been turned down before.
“No offense, but I wasn’t one of those little girls who dreamed of becoming a princess.”
“Too bad. You’re breathtaking,” the Prince says, touching my face.
“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, mostly because no one has ever said that to me before.
He stares into my eyes, his hand on my face. “We’re causing a bit of a scene.”
I look around—even though I am fully aware of what is going on around me. Mostly. I had to let my guard down for a few minutes to focus on the Prince—and only him—to make him feel like the only man in the room.
“How are we causing a scene? We’re talking.”
“You’re new in town and have held my attention longer than most of my dates.”
“Yay for me!”
“Sarcasm. I like it.”
“I’ll just tell everyone that I was standing close to you because you smell good.” I will admit, so far, I actually like the Prince. He’s clearly trying to impress me. He’s charming, polite, has a sexy as hell accent, and does smell quite intoxicating.
He touches the tip of my nose. “You’re cute.”
I say, “Thank you, Your Highness,” in Montrovian.
He cocks his head in surprise. “You speak our language?”
“A little. I have an affinity for languages.”
“Not many people speak our native tongue anymore.”
“I know. I’m a history major,” I say.
“My country has a great many historical sites.”
“I know that, too. My brother may have come for the cars, but I came for the history. While he’s sleeping off last night, I’ll be visiting the art museum, the hot springs, and going on a tour of the castle.”
“The castle? Well, you know most of the rooms aren’t included in the public tour. You’d need to know someone if you wanted to see the best parts.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Let me guess. The best part is your place?”
He laughs. “I’d show you the rest of the castle, too. Would you like a private tour?”
“I’d love that, actually.”
“I will send my driver for you tomorrow at noon.”
“No.”
“But you just said you wanted—”
“You aren’t sending your driver. If you wanna hang out with me, you can come get me yourself. Or I’ll drive.”
“You did mention that you have a new car here. Care to drive me home?”
“Sure, why not?” I smile as I escort him down to the garage.
He whistles at the car I’ve been dying to get behind the wheel of and says, “This isn’t a street car, it’s a track car.”
I don’t know who was in charge of acquiring this car, but they get two big thumbs up from me. “I’m pretty sure it’s street legal. Besides, I’m with the Prince of Montrovia, I should be able to drive whatever I want, don’t you think?”
“This car is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“That’s because there were only two made. They had planned to make three, but the white carbon fiber proved to be difficult, so they only made two. It’s a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. Bad ass, right?”
“I’ll say. How did you get it?”
“I recently came into some money.” He raises his eyebrow at me, then looks at the car again. “Well,” I clarify, “it
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