And then our lips met. I wasn’t prepared for fireworks. She packed a punch, without a drop of lipstick.
Damn.
I let go of her because the urge to claim her hit me hard and I wanted to fucking take her, right here.
But a man treated his would-be wife as more than meat, so I ignored how tight my muscles were and said, “So let’s start with dinner.”
She covered her face like she was mortified, too, but then she said, “I’ll meet you at seven, in the lobby. And don’t send Gio to collect me. Be there yourself.”
Good. A mission that would drive my babysitter wild. I kissed her cheek and said, “Absolutely. You have my word.”
Her fingers trailed around my shoulder like she’d hug me, but then she pulled back and her face was bright red as she said, “Goodbye.”
I took her outstretched hand and opened the door as I said, “Au revoir,for now,mademoiselle.”
She met my gaze for a moment and a huge part of me wanted to slam the door shut again and lead her to that gold-trimmed bed.
But I could do better than Vegas for her first time. And I needed her to pass my father’s test. Soon though, she’d be one hundred per cent mine, and I needed to prepare myself for that.
Chapter 3
Nicole
My lips still had tingles, and when I closed my eyes, I still remembered that woods-meets-the-beach smell of his, mixed with adrenaline.
Seriously, I’d never once been on pins and needles after a man departed.
And I wasn’t even able to meditate properly. His kiss packed a punch that made me want to relive that moment, forever. That kiss would go in the rare “never blog or talk about it publicly” category.
However, I’d never earn a dime if I ever held back anything about my life, so talking about him was on the “must” list.
His name would net me followers.
I really wished I didn’t have to do this, though. I squared my shoulders. It was time to share the selfie we’d taken. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to find the right words.
Finally, inspiration hit.
#Thisisme #ThePrinceandI met and I’m half enamored. Seriously is there any #hotterman on the planet than this? #AskingforHelp #Whatwouldyoudo
This was as good as the post got, so I attached the picture and stared into his sexy blue eyes for a moment on my phone.
Time to share.
Boom. Done.
I tried to focus on yoga, answering emails from clients, filming a meditation for my online channel, writing my blog and, honestly, I’d skipped lunch. After my cardio workout, now it was time to get cleaned up and ready for dinner. I decided my business t-shirt wasn’t chic enough for my date with destiny. Luckily, I had my green and yellow dress that I’d worn to my sister’s wedding on my way to Vegas.
I slipped it on and the dark green somehow made my skin more radiant, which I hadn’t expected. I was checking myself in the mirror when my phone rang. Olivia. It was evening, so her classes must be over. I answered and she said, “You’re going out tonight with Prince Ryder.”
“You saw our picture?”
If she was here, she’d be fanning herself. I laughed as she said, “You’re on the gossip news.”
I checked the statistics on my phone and saw the huge 300% increase in total views to my blog. I said, “That explains the uptake in hits.”
I’d been right. Sharing the photo had put my blog back on track. Money was necessary to living. I turned my app off again. I never checked stats like that normally, as it made me crazy.
“So what’s he like?” She asked.
