Page 6 of Stalking Rose

We land on the private airstrip in St. Bella and find my two bodyguards waiting next to an SUV. Forrest almost blew his top when I told him I was flying alone with my girl. He bitched and moaned, but I held my ground. “Good to see you, Your Majesty.” Logan walks over and grabs our suitcases from the flight attendant before loading them into the back of the vehicle. “How was your flight?”

“It went well,” I tell him and open the back door for my rose bud.

When my oldest friend introduces himself to Rose and holds out his hand, I see red. There’s no way another man is going to touch her. I step between them and do the introductions myself.

“What was that asshole stunt?” Forrest asks me as I walk around the car to get in the other side.

“Only you can get away with calling me an asshole.” I might not be the most conventional monarch in the world, but there are definite rules.

“I would apologize, but we both know I wouldn’t mean it,” he tells me as I slide in next to Rose. Her delicate, floral fragrance teases my nose, causing all sorts of problems below my belt. My cock has been hard for the entire flight, and I’m starting to worry that my royal line of succession is in danger.

“This island is gorgeous.” Rose leans over me to stare out the car window at all the trees along the runway decorated with multi-colored Christmas lights. “Milly told me that no one lives here except the caretakers.”

“That’s right,” I confirm. “We’re going to be all alone except for a few servants.”

Chapter6

Rose

Istare out the villa window, hoping I’m truly awake and this is really happening. Lorenzo showed me to my room and told me to rest a while. Oh, sure, like I’m going to take it easy with my mind spinning a million miles an hour. He’s offering me everything I’ve ever dreamed of. I sit on the edge of the huge silk-covered bed and look around, wondering how I got so lucky.

I turn off my whirling thoughts and head to the massive bathroom to shower and get ready for dinner. Holy cow. This bathroom is bigger than the entire apartment I shared with Milly in Silver Spoon Falls.

When I see the pool-sized sunken tub, I decide to take a bath instead. After pulling up my unruly hair, I slide into the hot water and lean back, letting the warmth soothe me. The steaming hot water does its job, and I lose track of time. When I step out of the bath, I glance at my watch and realize I’m late. Shoot. I was supposed to be downstairs for dinner ten minutes ago.

I wrap a bright blue bath sheet around my body and open the bathroom door. Stepping into the bedroom, I see Lorenzo standing next to the wall of windows and come to a dead stop. “Oops,” slips out of my mouth, alerting him to my presence.

When he spins around and lets his eyes roam over my towel-covered body, I almost melt into a puddle at the look in his brown eyes. I watch his throat move as he swallows. “I was coming to check on you.”

Flames erupt in his eyes as they move over my body from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I barely resist the urge to fidget under his gaze. “I’m sorry I’m late. I fell asleep in that awesome tub,” I tell him and watch Lorenzo shake his head and continue staring at me. “I’ll dress really quick and meet you downstairs.”

I watch him run his tanned finger over his bottom lip and feel an unexpected tingle in my girly area. He opens his mouth, then closes it without speaking. My eyes follow him as he walks to the door. “Take your time. There’s no reason to rush.”

Of course, I rush. Ten minutes later, I wander my way through the large villa. This place is huge, and I might need to keep breadcrumbs at hand to help me find my way. I walk by a wall of windows and notice Lorenzo standing on the patio. “So sorry I kept you waiting.”

He spins around and gives me a warm smile that melts my insides. “I told you,” my breathing accelerates when he steps close and reaches for my hand, “it’s our vacation. We have all the time in the world.” His warm lips move over my knuckles, causing all kinds of issues. I’m so overheated, I doubt a swim in the arctic ocean could cool me off.

“Thank you.” I breathe a sigh of relief mixed with disappointment when he releases my hand.

A servant steps out with drinks for us, and I use the interruption to pull myself together. Throughout the meal, we keep the conversation light, but the sexual tension floating between us makes eating nearly impossible. I honestly don’t taste a bite of the delicious grilled shrimp and vegetables.

“The pool is gorgeous,” I tell him while glancing over at the massive kidney-shaped pool. “I’ve never seen a pool with a waterfall before.”

“Would you like to take a swim after dinner?” He stares into my eyes and asks causing my insides to melt into a puddle of goo at the steamy look.

Even though I know it’s a bad idea to get in the water with the two of us barely dressed, I readily agree. “I’d love to go for a swim.”And jump your bones.His eyes pop wide, and I realize I actually spoke my dirty thoughts out loud.

“I look forward to it.” When the King of Belldonnia wiggles his eyebrows playfully, I admit to myself that he won’t have to work hard to win my heart. It’s already his for the taking.

I give myself a pep talk while I dig through my suitcase for my swimsuit and cover-up. I attempt to corral my huge boobs into the two red and green plaid triangles of material, regretting my decision to let Milly pick out my beach wear. My best friend insisted I get a Christmas themed suit to match the season.

I turn and fidget with the bottom but it’s a loss cause. No matter how much I tug on the stretchy material, it doesn’t fully cover my rear end.

Oh well, it’s too late to worry about it. I find Lorenzo lying on a two-person lounger next to the pool. His heated gaze follows me as I drop my towel on the lounger next to him. When I pull my cover-up over my head, I hear his masculine groan and feel my nipples grow hard. “Race you,” I tell him and rush over to dive into the pool. The cool water closes over my head, helping to bring down my internal temperature.

“What do I get if I win?” Lorenzo surfaces next to me and wraps his arm around my waist underwater. We’re on the edge of the drop-off in the pool. My short legs don’t reach the bottom, but his long legs do.

Treading water, I stare into his eyes and decide I’m going to throw caution to the wind and see what happens. “Whatever you want.” His eyes widen as my words echo around us.

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