Page 30 of Royal Fling
I stared at him waiting for the punchline.
It never came.
“Wait a minute. You’re serious.”
“I am.”
I pulled my hands free of him and rubbed them on my shoulders trying to process everything.
“Are you trying to tell me I spent the night with a prince?”
“No. You spent the night with August,” he said.
“Who is a prince. Apparently.”
August closed his eyes, nodding.
I couldn’t help the laugh that erupted out of me. Poor August was looking at me as if I’d gone demented.
I probably had. This was stranger than fiction.
“Wh-what’s so funny?” he asked.
I looked at him, and the hurt in his voice and face were obvious. They sobered me up pretty quickly.
“It’s not. It’s just… when I made a wish, I didn’t exactly expect it to come true.”
That seemed to confuse him even more.
“When I was younger. I wanted to have my own Prince Charming. Actually, threw a few tantrums because no one seemed to understand what I meant. My brothers used to tease me about it. They still do. So… yeah. Funny.”
“Oh,” he said. “But you’re still good? With what we did?”
With some of the best sex of my life? I thought I was okay. Probably losing my mind, but that had nothing to do with how good our night had been.
“I’ve got questions.”
“I’ll answer them all. But—”
“Your mother,the Queen, is waiting for you. Gotcha.”
“I should get dressed. Stay here if you want. I can ask the girls to bring you breakfast,” he said.
“It’s okay. Fisayo wanted to have breakfast together. I’ll just go find her.”
He nodded and started getting dressed.
“I’ll come find you when I’m done.”
“You better,” I said.
And then he was gone.
And I started laughing again. Charlie wasn’t going to believe this. I had just slept with a prince.
Or was this an elaborate prank?
I found my cell phone and Google searched the Crown Prince of Elysia.
