Page 39 of The Prince's Game
“No benefits, except for the kissing on camera.” Which would be robotic and lack passion. I could handle that.
His gaze smoldered as he took in my bare legs. “If that’s what you want, then yes.”
“You can’t look at me like that.”
“The no-touching aspect I can manage, but sweetheart, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop looking at you like this.” At least he was honest. “I can promise not to act on it unless given permission.”
“You make me sound like a chaste virgin or something.”
He chuckled. “With that mouth? Never.”
“Friends don’t talk to each other that way.” My nipples were hard under my shirt. Another thing friends didn’t do around each other.
“We’ll have a unique friendship, then. What do you say, Sarah? Please don’t shun me. I know I deserve it after all the crap today, but I’m hoping you’ll take pity on me.”
“Yes, poor Evan had to kiss eight women today.”
“Nine,” he corrected. “And trust me, that took work.”
“You were just making up for lost time.”
He huffed a breath of irritation. “I’m going to punch Paul in the face if he says that to me again tomorrow.”
“I would really enjoy seeing that.”
“Then I’ll make sure you have front-row seats. Oh.” He jumped up to do something to the television. It flickered to life, and he grabbed a remote. “Before you decide, I want to show you something.” He collapsed back onto the couch and pulled up a movie menu.
When he hovered over a title, I jumped up and down in my seat, excited. “You downloadedNosferatu.”
“I told you I wanted to watch it. I meant it.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Nothing sexy or romantic about this, right?”
Other than you showing interest in something I love?“Nope.”
“A goodfriendmovie?”
“Yep.”
“So I can stay and watch it with you.”
It was half past ten, and the movie was close to an hour and a half, putting me in bed around midnight. Plenty of time to get some sleep and go for a run in the morning. “I’m only saying yes because it’s what a good friend would do in this situation.”
“Duly noted.” He got up to turn off the lights and then settled down beside me on the couch with his legs sprawled out. “Snuggling is permitted if you get scared. Asfriends.”
“Uh-huh.” I extended my legs so my calves rested against his thighs. “Foot massages are friendly, too.”
“Sneaky,” he murmured. “I like it.” He hit play and dropped the remote in favor of my right foot. His thumb hit my arch, sending electric shocks up my leg to the apex between my thighs.
Okay, so maybe not entirelyfriendly.
Nosferatuwas one of my favorite movies, but for the first time, I wasn’t engrossed by it. Not with Evan’s hands running up and down my calves and massaging my feet. He never took it further, always staying below my knee. Not that my hormones cared. I was so turned on by the time the movie ended, I couldn’t breathe.
The devil on my shoulder was daring me to go against everything we discussed and kiss him. It would ruin everything, including my credibility. Keeping my libido in check was never an issue for me, but tonight I felt like a thirteen-year-old girl alone with her first crush.
“Okay, that was amazing,” Evan conceded as the credits rolled. His hands were relaxed on my legs, his thumb drawing circles. “What’s your next suggestion?”
“DefinitelyThe Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, orDas Cabinet des Dr. Caligari.” It was another favorite of mine, but not as well known asNosferatu.
He flipped to the menu again and looked it up. The description was in German, but Evan didn’t flinch. “A hypnotist, huh?”
