Page 6 of Naughty Prince
Both Rebecca and I laugh. “How old is he?” I ask, thinking this prince sounds a little too good to be true.
“He’s twenty-eight and single.” She beams, hugging the tray she’s holding to her chest.
“Do you think we’ll get to see him while we’re here?” Rebecca asks. “I think I’d like to rub shoulders with a dreamy prince.” Her eyes light up. Rebecca is gorgeous, and men love her. So if any woman could turn the head of a prince, it would be her.
“Perhaps. There’s a fan club who post sightings of him. You get text alerts if you want to sign up, but there haven’t been any this past couple of days.”
“Oh, we don’t have roaming plans on our cell,” I say. “But maybe we can check in with you tomorrow?”
“Sure!” She grins. “Maybe you can get a picture with him and tell all your American friends. Fürstheim is wonderful to live in, but we need tourists so we can grow.”
“We’ll tell everyone we can,” I say and she smiles before wandering off.
“We need tohuntthis prince down,” Rebecca says the moment we’re alone. “I think it’s just what we need to make this vacation perfect—prince booty.”
“Prince booty?” I laugh.
“Definitely! I wouldn’t even care if he was horrible in bed, the story would be worth the tribulation.”
Now, I giggle. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Hey, he might have a hot friend for you,” she says, waving a hand in the air. “No prince goes around unattended, I’m sure. So there’d have to be some buff security dude you’ll need to distract for me.”
My cheeks heat. I’ve never been good at distracting men. My forte lies in chasing them away. I’m twenty-two, and I’m yet to give up my V-card—not that I’d ever tell Rebecca that. She’d make it her mission to get that cherry of mine popped, and I don’t want to give it up to just anyone. No. I’ve kept it this long, I’d like to make sure the man who finally claims it sets my soul on fire.Someone like Mr. Tall and Blond from the airport…
I let out an involuntary sigh and Rebecca takes that as me thinking distracting a ‘buff security dude’ would be a great idea.
“Then it’s settled.” She claps her hands together. “You and I are going to try and catch a prince.” She lets out a squeal. “This is so exciting, Ivy.”
Tearing off a piece of bread, I dip it in my stew. “At the very least, it’ll be a great story, right?”
“Right.”
Six
Lucas
Patrick relaxes against the plush couch in our suite, rattling off the itinerary for Ivy and her friend, Rebecca. I have to give this guy credit. He knows how to get things done. Before we left Milan, he had their names and home addresses, and social media accounts. He’d even contacted the Fürstheim tourism board and had them email through the details of this ‘ten day, all-expenses paid’ vacation the girl’s won. On top of that, when we arrived back in Fürstheim, we did so under the cover of early morning. So, he got us out of the airport and into the hotel without anyone but essential employee’s seeing us. Prince Watch has no clue I’m back in the country, and Patrick has been elevated to the top of the list of ‘people who impress me most’.
Why all the secrecy? Well, I love my people, I really do. But sometimes, a man just wants to be a man. My fan club is voracious, and while I love seeing them and interacting with them any other time, this is not one of them. Ivy has been on my brain since we collided at the airport, and since I only have eight days to claim those sweet and juicy curves, I’m going to need every second.
Sure, I could tell her I’m a prince and watch her get all star struck and willing, but that’s not the kind of beginning I want with her. For the first time in my twenty-eight years, I have met a woman I want for more than a moment. It’s crazy how that tiny meeting has invaded my senses and clouded my mind. I smell strawberries wherever I go, and I see women with her same color hair. My eyes keep searching and my mind keeps chanting ‘need, need, need’. It’s only ever said ‘want’ before. I’ve never known this depth of emotion. And the fact it happened so suddenly has my head in a spin.
I have to make her mine.
Eight days….
I walk near the door and check the security monitor for movement in the hallway. Patrick—god love him—got us a suite directly across from theirs. They’ve just gone on a tour around the capitol, and lunch at a local café. They should be back in their room any minute now.
“What’s taking so long?” I mutter.
“Fürstheim is a charming country, Lucas. I’m sure they’re just enjoying the scenery and conversing with the locals.”
“As long as they’re not enjoying conversing with any other men,” I say through gritted teeth. The idea makes me feel possessed. I’m ready to go and find Ivy and drag her back up here where I can keep the greedy eyes of other men away from that gorgeous ass of hers.Fuck. What if she’s wearing leggings as pants again?
A low growl emanates out of my chest, and I can’t help myself, I rip open the door.
“Holy shit!”
