Page 6 of Royal Pain
“No.”
“Then we’re okay. She’s just a female who appreciates what she sees.”
The comment throws me. This one thinks very highly of himself.
“He says modestly.” I say it with a smirk. I get a chuckle for my observational skills.
“It’s just fact. I’m sure you’ve noticed men reacting to you in the same way. Don’t pretend you haven’t.”
He says it with such confidence and leaves no room for rebuttal. But I’m confident too.
“I won’t pretend period. And yes, I’m not completely oblivious. But I wouldn’t go around announcing my good fortune.”
“Is that what I did? I don’t think so. I was concerned my cover had been busted. I just mentioned the real reason she was looking. It doesn’t mean I’m vain. I’m well aware of my flaws, Belinda.”
Okay. Now I feel like a dick. I may have jumped to conclusions just a bit.
“I apologize for my quick judgment. Forgive me,” I chuckle.
Oh, that smile. It’s breathtaking, damn him.
“Tell me something about your life. You from New York?”
“Born and raised in upstate New York. I came to Manhattan after college and I knew this was my spot. My place in the universe. What about you? Do you live in your spot?”
He considers the question for a few beats.
“Without a doubt it’s where I belong.” His eyes twinkle. “Africa is full of magic. The people, the animals, the land. It’s so different from every other place on the planet. Have you ever been?”
“Not yet. I’d like to go someday.”
His face gets serious and his voice softens.
“When you do I hope you give me a chance to return your hospitality. I could be your guide.”
“Should I come knocking on the palace door?” I chuckle.
“It would be much better if we’ve established a relationship by then. You know, how normal people do? Then I’d know when you’re coming, and I could prepare.”
What woman wouldn’t be charmed by the prince?
“How do you propose we do that? Carrier pigeons?” Teasing him is my new favorite pastime.
“There’s this thing I’ve heard of called the Internet. Also cells, texting, email, WhatsApp. You familiar?”
“It rings a bell.” I smile.
“Seriously. I would love to continue our conversation once I return home. It’s rare that I meet a woman I’m so drawn to. There. I said it.”
That surprises, and I search for the right response. When it fails to appear, he picks up what I dropped.
“What say we have dinner tomorrow? And maybe you’d like to meet the king. I’m free in the afternoon for a few hours. And I could introduce you to the subjects of your article. Of course, I’m talking about the one you’re planning on writing.”
When I don’t contradict him, he continues.
“My father and mother are always happy to hear a positive piece has been published. Would you be interested in meeting them?”
Are you kidding me?
Hell yes, I would!
My blood pressure just spiked with the idea and my skin is burning.
“Sounds lovely,” I say in a calm and even tone.
