Page 57 of The Prince's Game
“Yeah, I would love to put her in a room with Amber and watch the fireworks.” My sister would teach the southern belle all sorts of new tricks. “She’s not a bad person, not at heart anyway. She just has a hard exterior and no regard for consequences. Sometimes I envy her ability to live in the moment without a care for the future. I’m always planning, while she’s this spontaneous little ball of fun.”
He kissed my neck and trailed his fingers down my spine. “Ambition and aspiration are sexier than spontaneity.”
“You’re only saying that because you woke up with my lips wrapped around your c—” He sealed his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss before I could finish.
“Keep talking like that and we’ll never get out of here.”
“I didn’t realize I had that choice. In that case—” He kissed me again, hard, swallowing what I was about to say. “I think I like this game.”
“I bet you do.” He nipped my lower lip. “Now stop misbehaving, or I’ll have to take you over my knee.”
“Oh? Is that a promise?”
“You’d like that?” He grabbed my ass and squeezed. The devilish swirl in his brown irises made me want to get back into the shower with him.
“It’s not my first choice, but I’m sure you would make it interesting.”
“You’re saying all of this to distract me from leaving, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. Is it working?”
He growled low in his throat and kissed me again. I took that to mean yes and smiled against his lips. He thrust his tongue deep and set a harsh rhythm that reminded me of sex. The intensity of it left me quaking for more.
“Careful, sweetheart. I’m more than capable of playing this game, too.”
“That’s an enticement, not a warning.” I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and let it go with a pop.
He grinned. “We’ll pick this up tonight. I need to get downstairs before my parents go up to my suite and find it empty.” He kissed my cheek and ran his thumb down my exposed arm. “Bring a sweater, Sarah. It’s cold outside.” April in Indiana was unpredictable. It was a moderate temperature when I arrived two days ago, and this morning it was snowing.
“Yes, sir. Anything else?”
“Minx.” He patted me on the rump on his way to the door. My mom was going to drool over Evan. She was a sucker for a man in a suit, and he looked damn fine in the black one he was wearing. The maroon dress shirt was casually unbuttoned at his throat, giving me a slender view of what I knew to be a tan, muscular chest.Mmm.I liked him without the tie.“You’re ogling me.”
“I am.” Jeans were my preferred mold for his fine ass, but the dress pants worked, too. “You look good, Mister Mershano.”
He grinned. “Right back at you, Miss Summers. See you in a bit.”
* * *
“No,” I repeated for the fifth time. Paul was having issues understanding the word. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on, dove. It’ll be fun.”
“Watching my sister flirt with Evan is not going to be fun for me.” They had Abby in the same black dress with her makeup and hair done up for the camera. She loved the idea of playing a game ofCan You Tell the Difference between the Twins?Any other time, with any other man, I would have been fine with it. But not with him. Not like this. If he couldn’t tell the difference between us, I would break.
“No,” I said again. Abby’s responding smirk made me want to punch someone.
“I think it’s a good idea.” I gaped at my mom. “You’re supposed to marry this man,sí? After only a few weeks of knowing him? Then I say, if he loves you the way he should, he’ll know the difference between you and Abby.”
Great.This was my mom’s punishment for me not telling her about the show. Despite her recycling of boyfriends every few years, marriage was a big deal to her. She vowed herself to my father and no one else. Love was sacred and reserved for family. Dating Evan would be fine, and even living with him wouldn’t be a problem, but wedding vows were revered.
“Fine.” There was no disagreeing with Estrella Summers when she had that look in her eyes. I was asking for a verbal beatdown if I argued. “Where do you want me to hide?” I couldn’t even look at Paul. This was what Brenda meant by him having a field day. His smile was permanently attached to his face after meeting my mother and Abby. Bob he could take or leave, but he loved having three gorgeous women for his camera.
“You can stay in here and watch with Bill.” He pointed to a crew member wearing a trucker hat, T-shirt, and board shorts. The crazy freckled man didn’t realize it was snowing outside.
“Sup, beautiful?”
Oh, he’s charming, too. I sat at the dining room table with my hands in my lap. My chubby new friend tried to sidle closer, but I shot him down with a glare.Keep your paws to yourself, big boy. His smile slipped, and his green eyes went wide. With the mood I was in, he better be scared.
