Page 6 of Royally Tempted

“Do you know anything about tattoos?”

I shrugged, turning my eyes back to my iPad to go over my schedule for the rest of the week. Some smaller pieces to write, some leads for the piece about the Princess Amalla.

“No, not really.”

Julia was silent, and when I looked up, I frowned, seeing the pursed, thoughtful look on her face.

“What’s up?”

“I—” her lips twisted, like she was thinking.

“What does a tattoo of three crowns mean?”

She turned away as she said it, reaching for the coffee pot.

She didn’t see the way Ifrozeas she said it.

“What?”

My pulse raced, every single detail in the folder of interviews that I’d read the night before blasting through my head.

The members are marked with a Triple Crown tattoo.

She shrugged, clearly not hearing the tone in my voice.

“It’s probably nothing. A tattoo of three crowns over a little crest.”

“Jules!”

This time, she glanced back sharply at me, her look worried.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said quietly. “It’s— it’s nothing, just this urban legend.”

A chill crept up my spine as the worry played across her face.

“It’s called the Triple Crown Club.” I shook my head. “But seriously, it’s made up. I mean it has to be.Someonewould have found something out about it if was real. It’s totally a made up thing.”

I wasn’t sure which of us I was trying to convince.

“Well whatisit exactly?” she said in a quiet voice.

“It’s secret underground club. A sex club.”

A red flush crept across her face.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s allegedly this club exclusively for royal elite guys. You know, princes and that sort of thing. And the whole point of this club is…”

I shook my head but she reached out, her hand grabbing my wrist.

“And the whole pointis?”

“The whole point is, women get picked to go there and get…” I giggled nervously, biting my lip and thinking about the sexy dreams I’d had the night before after reading the file.

“Emma!”

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