Page 129 of Midnights
I’m sure he’s fine.
Me: Cancel then. Tell him today’s meeting isn’t happening.
There’s a longer pause this time, and I know she’s weighing her options, probably chewing on her lip the way she does when she’s deep in thought.
Your Royal Highness: If only it was that easy.
Irritation settles under my skin. Why the fuck not? If she’s uncomfortable enough to even mention it to me, that’s already a problem.
I type out a response, then delete it. She’ll shut me out if she thinks I’m overstepping.
Me: Well, just say the word, and I'll come get you. I have no issue telling Meathead Mike where he can go.
The three little dots appear, then disappear. A moment later, her reply pops up.
Your Royal Highness: Hahaha, you’re out of control.
Me: We’ve established this already, Princess, I’m very much in control.
Would you like a demonstration?
I hit send and satisfaction rolls though me. I’d give my right fucking nut to see her face when she reads that.
Your Royal Highness: Well, Prince Charming, I'll let you know if I’m ever in need of rescuing.
Unlikely, since I can handle it myself.
BUT I'll keep you in mind if I need back up.
Me: Did you bring your butter knife?
The image of her in the garden flashes through my mind with her clutching that dull-ass knife like she was ready to go full gladiator. I wouldn’t mind seeing her grip something else with that same intensity.
I groan inwardly. Not fucking helpful.
Your Royal Highness: … sure did!
I chuckle.
Me:Should we take bets on if you can hit the bullseye with it?
Your Royal Highness: Name your price...
My pulse spikes as I lean back in my chair, staring at the screen. I’d happily give her anything she wanted. But considering her dart skills? Yeah, I’m not too worried.
Me: A favor. No questions asked.
Your Royal Highness: Deal.
Me: And yours?
Your Royal Highness: Any favor I want.
Me: Done.
I laugh at her response, fully aware she thinks she’s winning this little game. Let her think it.
I’ll let her play along, let her feel like she’s in control. I’m already five steps ahead. And if she actually manages to hit that bullseye? Even better. I can't fucking wait.
