Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“Can I pour you a scotch?” I ask, knowing that it’s his drink of choice.
“How did you know I like scotch?”
“Uh… I don’t want you to think that I’m crazy, but I kind of know everything about you.”
“You do?” he asks, chuckling.
“Yeah. Uh… you would have no way of knowing this, but you helped me through the death of my parents. I literally became obsessed with you in order to take my mind off of all the changes in my life. I’m not crazy I swear.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. I probably should think that you are crazy, but I don’t. I don’t know what that says about me, but I’m a king. I can do whatever the fuck I want to, and no one can say a damn thing.”
“So very true,” I say, laughing.
He kisses me again and goes off to get dressed. I pour us a drink and wait for him to come back.
I can’t believe I just got fucked by the King of Uskia.
In. An. Elevator…
I’m so ready to do that again.
Chapter Three
George
The Mayor Of New York City is an insufferable asshole. He’s staring at Ashlee like she’s going to be his dessert, but fuck that, she’s my dessert. He’s been completely inappropriate toward her all evening. I might as well not even be here. Despite keeping a proprietary hand on her the entire time we’ve been here, he’s still trying to touch her and get her alone. As if I’d ever let that happen. I can’t wait to get her back to my hotel room. I can’t stand the thought of spending a single night without her. I must be going crazy. I only regret our hasty coupling in the elevator because I should have savored her. I should have laid her out like the tastiest buffet and had my fill of her before taking her so brutally.
I can’t help but think that she only gave me her virginity because I am a king, but the reason doesn’t really matter. She’s mine now. Her virgin blood is still on my cock, and I’ll be the only man who knows her like this. I could already see it as soon as I saw her. She is my future queen. Marrying her and bringing her home to Uskia is now my only goal. Whatever happens with the U.N. will happen. If they don’t accept us, we’ll survive just as we have since gaining our independence from France two hundred and fifty years ago.
“So, Ashlee, would you like to see my office?” he asks her, reaching across the table and trying to grab her hand. She quickly moves her hand like the table is on fire.
“No, thank you,” she says.
“You sure? My desk belonged to George Washington.” What a weird brag…
“I’m sure. In fact, we have another engagement this evening at the theatre. We really should be going. The curtain rises at eight fifteen, Your Majesty,” she says smoothly, extraditing us from this mess of a dinner. I’m impressed. Thoroughly impressed. She will be an excellent queen.
“Right, of course, my love,” I say, wiping my mouth on the napkin from my lap before tossing it onto the table and rising. “Thank you for a lovely evening, Mayor Marks, Mrs. Marks.” The lie rolls off of my tongue. “Shall we?” I hold my hand out to Ashlee, which she takes.
“Yes, thank you,” she says, standing. “We can see ourselves out.”
We walk away from the table, going the way we did when we came in.
As soon as we are outside and in the SUV with Guy and Flint in the front seat, she starts laughing.
“That was completely awkward, right?” I ask.
“Yes. It really was.”
I am having a hard time wrapping my head around a man who openly propositions a woman who is with another man in front of his wife. His wife looked like she was strung out on something, but I can’t really say that I’m surprised by that.
“I had a great time with you otherwise,” I say, taking her hand in mine.
“So did I. You can drop me off at any subway station, Guy,” she says, surprising me.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Don’t you want to stay with me tonight?” I ask, lowering my voice so that only she can hear me.
“I do, I just didn’t want to presume anything.”
“Presume away, Ashlee. I want you in my bed.”
“I want to be in your bed,” she says, licking her lips. I quickly kiss her.
“Change of plans, Guy. To the hotel.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
Somehow, I manage to keep my hands off of her in the elevator, but as soon as we are in the room, I all but drag her to the bathroom, kissing and stripping her while the shower heats up. She steps out of her heels and rises up on her tiptoes to kiss me. After a few moments, I drag my lips down her neck to her chest and back again.