Page 16 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

The prince’s jaw hardened at the mention of the other man in Fawn’s life.

Fawn’s voice trailed off when she saw the look on the prince’s face.Right,she thought. Clearly, duct tape was going to make it worse. She had made the semi-right call with washi tape then.

“Lastly, there’s the note-taking incident.”

Fawn tried not to cringe at the reminder. She remembered that day very clearly. The prince’s secretary had been on sick leave, and he had asked her to fill in because he needed someone to type certain documents for him.

“Can I at least defend myself, prince?” she almost pleaded. At his nod, she said eagerly, “You see, I do the same thing for Grant, a lot of times, for his work with the Student Council.”

“Is that so?” The prince cracked his knuckles, wondering when he could have the pleasure of sinking his fist into Grant Bennett’s boyishly handsome face.

She nodded eagerly. “I even downloaded an app that lets me practice note taking while the app reads out articles and excerpts from books. I really didn’t want to do anything that could make anyone think I’m not a suitable girlfriend for Grant.”

“How perfectly nice.” And right now, he felt perfectly murderous. “Given all that, I’m curious to find out why you’ve failed then.”

“It’s your accent—-”

He said frostily, “I do not have an accent.”

“But you do, prince,” she protested.

“I beg your pardon?” His tone was ominously soft, the prince unused to having someone challenging his word.

But instead of effectively frightening her into submission, it only had her gasping, “There it is! See how you said ‘pardon’?” At his blank look, Fawn said again, “Pardon.” But this time she tried to sound British while attempting to move her lips the way the prince had moved his. “Do you see now?”

The prince wondered how was it that he could still want to taste her even while he also wanted to see her dead. He took a deep breath. “Fawn?”

The prince’s calm voice made her sigh silently in relief. “Yes, prince?” Thank God he saw her point.

“If you say I have an accent—-”

“You do.”

“I’ll fire you.”

“You don’t have an accent, like seriously.”

“I thought so.”

She watched him put her performance report aside before turning to face her, his gaze thoughtful. When he still didn’t say anything, she said, “Please, prince.” Faced with the sudden prospect of having to lose her highest-paying job, pride and inhibition lost meaning for Fawn, and she added sincerely, “I genuinely want to continue working here, prince. Any position you want me in, I’d be happy to do it.”

The prince started coughing.

She asked in concern, “Prince?”

Any position,she said,and she’d be happy to do it, too.It had him coughing again, but even so, the words had a noticeableimpact on his body, and he sucked his breath in hard. Staring at her, hearing her innocently tempting words replay in his mind, he could easily imagine thepositionhe wanted to have her in right now.

On his lap—-

Naked—-

Offering herself—-

Sensing the prince’s suddenly intense gaze on her, Fawn looked up—-

And that was it.

Oh no.

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