Page 32 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

That was strange, Fawn thought. The only time she saw people using the pool was when the prince had an aquatic theme for one of his parties, which was really nice, but it was also quite tiring since water all around made everything messier.

Curious, Fawn climbed the steps leading to the infinity pool, and the splashes became a firm, sharp sound, like someone slicing through the water in swift, decisive strokes. Fawn reached the top of the steps just as the sounds abruptly died, and that was when she saw the prince coming out of the pool, wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black shorts.

Holy sweet Jesus, where could she look?

No, wait, the truth was, she knew where sheshouldn’tlook, but the problem was that was what sheonlywanted to look at.

Water made the sculpted muscles of the prince’s body glisten, and God, dear sweet God, how could someone look so perfect? Sure, Grant worked out, too, but it just felt like the prince was still...sexier. Rougher. Tougher.

Her mouth began to dry as she continued to stare at him, unable to believe that this kind of man could actually want someone like her.

It was crazy...right?

She had seen the kind of women he took to bed, and all of them were a hundred times prettier and sexier than she could evendreamof being. Maybe yesterday was a prank—-

The prince suddenly turned toward Fawn, his emerald green gaze unerringly finding hers.

Holy. Crap.

She was caught.

“H-hi.” Then she added weakly, “Prince.”

His lips curved. “Hi there.” He paused. “Also, you’re drooling.”

She gasped, and Fawn automatically reached for her lips.

The prince smirked. “I was lying.”

“Prince!” She didn’t know whether to punch him or run away in humiliation.

“But I guess if you thought I was telling you the truth, then you must have enjoyed watching me that much.”

“No!”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

And oh my God, why was she only able to speak with exclamation marks right now!

“Stop it! Okay!”

And oh my God, she was! Still! Doing! It!

“Alright,parthena mou,I’ll stop.” The mocking gleam in his gaze was in contrast to his soothing tone.

As he reached for the towel and began rubbing himself dry, she knew she really had to go now.

But she couldn’t.

Her legs just didn’t want to move.

She watched him finish drying himself and toss the towel back on the table.

Please pick up the robe next,she thought.Please, please pick up the robe and cover yourself—-

The prince started walking towards her, sans the robe.

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