Page 11 of How To Please A Princely Fae

Something in my tone makes him move. Kieran scoots to the edge of the bed, which only further exposes his perfectly muscled body.

I swallow hard, so loud I'm sure that he can hear it.

Based on the way he smiles down at me, I'm certain he did hear it.

This isn’t going well.

"I didn't have to get off of you," he says, "in fact, if you are more comfortable?—"

"No," I interrupt, putting my hand directly in his face, "you stay over there. You can't remember why you're here or who I am and," I say, forcing all the patience I have into my voice. "It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of you."

A slow grin spreads across his face.

Great. I’ve just fed the cocky ego monster that I didn't know lurked beneath the prince’s surface. I didn’t know about the monster cock that lurked beneath his pants, either, but that’s neither here nor there.

"I think I find that I would like to be taken advantage of," he says.

I bite back a laugh. "There's no time for this," I tell him.

"Why not?" he asks.

"It's still early morning, well, for one," I stutter. I am fully annoyed by this presumptuousness, taken aback by the fact that he seems ready and willing to do everything I've ever dreamed of when it concerns him, and I stumble over my words trying to find a reason why we can't do exactly what we both clearly want to do.

"For one, we have to open the store and get ready to restock the potions for the day," I finally announced.

"Do I work with you?" he asks, looking perplexed.

"You do," I tell him.

"Why?" he asks. "I don't feel like I should be working."

I blow out a breath, both annoyed and somehow amused at our inane predicament. Now that he is further away from me and my brain is working again, I can be amused.

"Well, you do, and you are," I tell him.

"Are we lovers?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Is that why you're worried about taking advantage of me in my current state of undress? You are my lover?"

"Excuse me," I say, unduly thrilled and ashamed all at once to hear those words come out of his mouth. "We are not lovers. You are the one that's undressed in my bed?—"

"And you're the one that's thinking of taking advantage of me," he interrupts, raising an eyebrow, that cocky half smile back on his face.

Once again, I have to stop myself from laughing. Encouraging this behavior is only going to get us both in a world of trouble.

"You need to put some clothes on," I say in a choked voice.

"What if I like being naked in bed with you?" he says.

I sigh deeply from all the way down in my bones. Arguing with the naked, handsome Kieran who’s had a personality transplant along with amnesia overnight is not something I counted on or prepared for in any way, shape or form, especially not the delicious shape of his naked body now fully exposed and lying next to me. I have to avert my eyes. "Do whatever you want," I snap, annoyed. "We need to figure out what happened to you, why you lost your memory, and if the Elder Gods are at all to blame. Plus, we need to do it soon, because I fear the entire Wild Oak Woods is in danger."

"Wild Oak Woods?” he repeats. "Is that where I am?"

"Yes," I say, brightening slightly. "Do you remember it?"

He grins at me and relief rushes through me. If he is remembering already, that's a good sign.

"No," he says, lightly tapping his chin with a finger. "Can't say that I do, but I'm happy to be here."

I roll out of bed and storm over to my cabinet, pulling on clothes and getting dressed as fast as I can. Unfortunately, in my speed, I’ve forgotten that I have an audience. When I turn back around, lacing up my favorite mauve linen overdress, Kieran's eyes are fixed on me. Devouring me. An unexpected shiver goes up my back.

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