Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“So you’re that guy?” she continues on. Can I be honest? The more she talks, the harder my cock gets, and that is pissing me the fuck off. I need to get her away from me. Hell, I need to finish my drink and get home before the storm comes through. She is still going on and on, and I have had it. Turning to her, I say the three words sure to get her away from me.
“People are staring. You know that, right?” Her mouth pops open, then closes and opens once more before she looks around. I know what she sees because I have been looking at it since she followed me in here. People are side-eyeing us and looking down real quickly when they notice us looking at them. Hell, I am pretty sure one of them had a phone and was taking pictures.
“Great. Just great!” she shouts before slamming her glass down and stomping her way through the bar and out the door. I turn back to my drink, but then my mind runs over several things. First, I didn’t see her with a car or a driver. In fact, I didn’t notice any of her guards with her.
This brings me to number two. If she is alone, then it is likely she doesn’t have a way home and if that is true, she is going to be stranded in a snowstorm. “Shit,” I say, pulling money out of my pocket and throwing it on the counter. I grab my coat and hat and walk toward the door. At first, when I walk out, I don't see her, but then, when I walk further across the lot, I find her sitting on a bench. “Do you have a car or a driver nearby or coming to get you?” I ask her, wrapping my scarf around me. I can see it rolling in as we speak, and I am anxious to go back to my place.
“No,” she says real low. “I sort of left willy-nilly, and now my phone battery is dead.” Of course, why would a royal be worried about something like a charged phone? Maybe her phone charger maid left early or something. Instantly, I feel horrible for even thinking it. I am really an asshole.
“Well, then, you are going to have to come with me.” She looks at me like I am crazy, and let me tell you, I don't think she is wrong. I have no idea what I am doing. All I know is something in me feels really protective over her right now and leaving her to this storm will not let me sleep.
“I don’t think so,” she says, putting her hand on her hip.
“Princess, trust me, I don’t like it either, but there is a snowstorm rolling in as we speak, and if you don’t come with me, you will be stuck in it.” The entire town is baring down in anticipation of it. It is likely the last snow of the season. It will thaw soon, making way for spring, flowers, and new beginnings, but right now, it will be hell.” As I say it, she looks up, and her eyes get big. Yeah, honey, the weather looks different below than it does from high.
“Oh no. I didn’t know.”
“Yep. So what is it going to be?” I feel Like I am going to give her a choice. It seems something is not giving me one either.
CHAPTER
FIVE
ANYA
It’s starting to snow, and I must be taking too long to decide because before I know it, I’m being dragged. Me… being dragged… The audacity… the way my pussy is getting wet is audacious as well… wait… what? I shouldn’t be getting turned on by him. I just shouldn’t be, but I definitely am. I squeeze my thighs together.
“Wait!” I shout. There’s no one else out on the street, so I resist a bit, digging my feet into the ground. I wish I were wearing more substantial shoes. These stupid ballet flats are fine inside the palace, but outside in the snow, my freaking toes are frozen. All thoughts stop when I realize that he’s dragging me. I don’t know this man from Adam. Sure, he’s hot, but it’s my understanding that most serial killers are hot and easily able to lure their prey.
“What? I’m cold. Aren’t you cold? You don’t even have a coat on, Princess,” he says, shrugging his off and putting it on me. I’m immediately hit with the scent of his cologne and fish. How chivalrous.
“I don’t even know who you are. Where are we going?” I’m only acting this way because I feel like I should, outwardly. Inwardly, I think I’d follow this man anywhere. Why? I don’t know. I look down at the ground. He suddenly stops and lets go of me. The snow is coming down a bit harder now. I usually stand on the balcony outside my bedroom and watch it come down, but that's covered. It feels good touching my skin.