“I’m sorry,” she said shamefully. “I d-didn’t mean to make your, you know, sound like a botanical aberration.”

The prince’s lips slowly compressed together. “I, ah, appreciate the sentiment.” But what he appreciated even more was his self-discipline, because right now he was fucking dying with the need to laugh his damn head off.

Conana.

She had called his damn cock aconana,which according to her was a botanical aberration.

The prince took a deep breath.

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you okay?” Fawn managed to ask even though her body was still quivering inside with unchecked need.

The prince answered her with a nod, but he still continued to stare at her with a strongly clenched jaw, almost like he was suppressing himself of—-

Probably wrath,she thought glumly. No doubt the prince didn’t appreciate that she had christened his cock with a name more fit for an alien form. She looked at him again, just in time to see him pull his phone out of his pocket.

“Who are you calling?”

“Bennett.”

“Oh. Okay.” And then it sank in, who he was calling, and she sputtered, “Wait.What?” She shook her head, stammering, “Stop calling him.”

“But you’re ready to talk to him now—-”

“No,” she half shrieked at him, “I’m not.”

“Yes,” the prince countered calmly, “you are.” And he pressed theCallbutton on the phone as if challenging her to prove it.

The phone started to ring.

“Prince, put it down, please—-”

“You need to talk to him now,parthena mou.Didn’t you say you wanted revenge?”

“Yes—-”

“Then this is the way to do it. Talk to him and make him sweat.”

The phone continued to ring, and she began to panic. “I don’t want to do this, I’m not ready—-”

“Trust me. You are. You will talk to Bennett, and you will make himthink,but he won’t be entirely sure that you know something.”

“But—-”

The call connected, and she froze.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

The prince pressed the loudspeaker button.

“...is this? Hello?”

Her eyes flew to the prince.

He raised a brow.Say something.

She swallowed.