Page 45 of The Prince's Game
“That it’s also overrated?” I guessed.
He kissed me and grinned against my lips. “It’s all the sweeter.” He taunted me with another strawberry. I ate it because saying no to such an offer was wrong. I returned the favor by drizzling chocolate on his chin and licking it up. Dessert blossomed into an erotic affair involving stolen kisses, chocolate-coated tongues, and sensual deliciousness.
We polished off the plate and were both panting for each other by the end. Instead of finding a room where we could be alone, Evan pulled me into his arms and insisted on stargazing. I distracted my hormones by discussing the stars.
“Did you take an astronomy class in school?” he asked.
“No, my dad used to take Abby and me outside when it was clear, point out a few constellations, and read us the stories before bed.” Thinking of my dad made me wistful. I missed him every day, but clear nights like this always reminded me of him even more. “He loved all things science and math. That’s where I get my business skills from. My mom was the artist.”
“Hence the artistic eye for photography,” he murmured. I had told him about my undergraduate studies and my obsession with lighting during our private conversations. It was a slip I doubted Paul would notice.
“Yep, but Abby got all the artistic talent. She’s an amazing painter.” Thinking of her made me grin. Rachel called two nights ago to let me know my sister was back from her European cruise and looking for me. Rachel refused to tell her anything. It was her idea of revenge. I approved. Of course, my plan with the sexy fed would be the ultimate payback.
“I don’t know about her getting all the talent, Sarah. I think you have your fair share of it, but I understand. Mia would say I got all the business talents from my father, while she got our mother’s discipline. I think it’s a bit of both in the end.”
He didn’t mention his sister often, but I sensed his pride when he mentioned her name. “Do you miss her?”
“Every day.” He kissed my forehead and snuggled me closer. “Tell me more about the stars, Sarah.”
I did, pointing out a few of my dad’s favorite constellations that could be seen this time of year.
“What’s your favorite?” He was rubbing my arms, keeping me warm.
“Pleiades, commonly called the Seven Sisters. It’s a star cluster in the Taurus.”
“Any particular reason?”
“I like the Greek mythology about the heavenly sisters and their supposed affairs with the Olympian gods. Very scandalous.”
His chuckle vibrated my back. “And how old were you when your father told you these stories?”
“Oh, maybe ten or eleven?”
“That explains so much.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “That better not be an insult to my dad.”
“I would never insult you or your father.” He nuzzled my cheek before placing a kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry I can’t meet him.” Another thing I had mentioned in private, my father’s death. I doubted anyone would notice the slip, but we needed to be careful, or the producers might get suspicious.
“Me too. I think he would have liked you, and he would have definitely approved of this date.” Maybe not the chocolate part or the sexual innuendos, though.Sorry, Dad.
“And your mom? What will she think?”
I snorted. “Not even a question. You’re a gorgeous man who can dance. It’s a done deal.” My mom and I shared the same weakness for dark male features. Estrella Summers would fall in love with Evan the second she laid eyes on him.
“I look forward to meeting her.”
“Cut.” I jumped at the abrasive word, not expecting the intrusion. It came from Paul. “All right, that’s a wrap, and the jet’s waiting.” The wannabe teenager strolled over to stand at our feet. “I’m glad to see you finally touched one of your dates, Evan. We’re going to need more of that with the other girls, especially Amber.”
“Wow.”Because that’s what a woman wants to hear at the end of her date.I sat up and brushed off my dress, making to stand, but Evan’s hand on my hip kept me beside him.
“They’re not props; they’re people, Paul. And I will touch the ones I want to touch, but only with their permission. Now apologize to Sarah for spoiling what was otherwise a good evening until you opened your fucking mouth.”
“Excuse me?” Paul’s bleached blond eyebrows touched his spiky hairline.
“You heard me. Apologize. Now.”
“For what?” He sounded genuinely perplexed.
