Page 7 of Her Prince in Disguise
Andi looked at her friend curiously. “Chaotic?”
“Yeah. A typhoon? Isn’t that like a hurricane?”
Andi laughed, covering her mouth with her fingertips. “Not a typhoon, dork. Typhon was a Greek monster. The top half of his body was a male human form but the bottom half of his body was all snakes.”
“Oooh! Like the reverse of Medusa!” Carys chirped.
Andi thought about that for a moment, then grinned. “Yeah. Just like that.” Carys was magically creative, but she wasn’t a huge reader outside of mysteries and romance novels.
They theorized about the job for a few more minutes, then about the identity of the stranger offering Andi the new job, then Carys’ eyes lit up. “I have some news as well,” she whispered, which wasn’t necessary since the noise level in the bar was several decibels above what one might consider safe for healthy, long-term hearing.
“What?” Andi demanded, turning to fully face her friend.
“I met my new boss and he’s absolutely gorgeous!” she blurted out. “He’s tall and handsome and…well,” she tilted her head back and forth while looking up at the ceiling. “Soon, I’ll figure out how to snap a secret picture of him so that I can show you.” She grinned, wiggling on her stool. “He’s seriously gorgeous.”
“Ooh! A workplace romance, then, eh?” she teased. Why did the face of her new boss pop into her mind? Quickly, Andi dismissed the man and focused on her friend’s excited news.
Carys giggled, then turned serious. “No!” she gasped. “You know it’s a horrible idea to have a fling with a co-worker!” She gripped Andi’s shoulders. “Plus, I don’t even know his name, but he gathered up the entire marketing team into a conference room today, then told us how we’re going to redesign the marketing campaigns.” She wrinkled up her nose. “Which is great because the stuff that Dave was pushing us to do was just awful!” She waved a hand in the air while shaking her head. “His ideas are boring and completely uninspired. There was no spark or life to the ads.”
For the next forty-five minutes, the two of them exchanged stories about their days and sipped on a second round of martinis. Slowly, the happy hour participants in the bar thinned out and then it was time for Carys and Andi to head home.
Out on the street, Andi hugged her friend goodbye, tightening her arms around her best friend for a moment. “I’m going to need your help.”
Carys had nearly her whole head in her giant purse as she searched for her subway pass. But at Andi’s comment, she stopped and looked up. “What for?”
“I need a new wardrobe if I’m going to take this job.”
“Does that mean…” she gasped theatrically, “…that you need to goshopping?”
Andi shuffled her feet, rolling her eyes. “Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.”
Carys gasped, clapping her hands together. “Yes!” she said with an excited dance. “Finally!”
Andi rolled her eyes as they strolled together to the subway stop. “My clothes aren’t that bad,” she grumbled.
“Yes,” Carys laughed. “They really are.”
Chapter 5
Laith stared down into his scotch, contemplating all of the ways he wanted to make love to Andi-Andrea. Her soft, full lips tempted him and those blue eyes…they dared him. Laith had never experienced lust like this. He wanted to pin her to any available surface and make her his.
He was startled out of his fantasies by a massive dog. The year old German Shephard nearly leapt onto Laith’s lap, eagerly licking his face.
“Down, Aida!” Laith ordered, pushing the obnoxious dog away.
A chuckle came from the doorway and Laith looked up to find himself staring at…himself.
“Get your damn dog off of me,” he told his twin brother, Prince Rafi Al-Sintra.
Rafi ignored Laith, strolling over to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a glass of scotch, then brought the decanter over to Laith’s and refilled his glass.
“Good luck trying to get Aida to obey,” Rafi sighed, setting the decanter on the coffee table. Before Rafi could sit down, he had to snatch the glass bottle again, since the overexcited furball leapt onto the table, ready to lick the glass.
“Why the hell did you bring that beast with us?”
Rafi sighed, leaning back and snapping his fingers. The dog immediately came over, jumped up onto the leather sofa,and laid his giant head in Rafi’s lap. “Because the security team wanted to train him away from the other dogs,” he explained, scratching behind the canine’s ears and ignoring the drool that was now seeping into his well-tailored slacks. “If he doesn’t learn to obey during training here, he’ll be–”
“Don’t say it,” Laith interrupted, scowling at his twin brother. “He’ll make it.”
