I nodded. “I understand.”
“I’m not sorry, though.”
“Good. I’m not sorry, either.”
She looked annoyed. “You should be, though. Do you say that to every foreign guest or just the girls?”
“Just the attractive girls,” I said. “Only the ones I really do want to see in nothing but a pair of panties.”
She turned a bit red and crossed her arms. “I’ll slap you again, you know.”
“I bet you will.” I grinned even bigger. “I think I’d like that.”
She sighed, shaking her head, and I saw a little smile playing at her lips. “I read about you, you know.”
“Did you?” I asked.
“You’re the Partying Prince.”
I laughed. “It’s better in Starklandian. ‘Bad boy prince’ is probably a more accurate translation.”
“Whatever,” she said, shrugging. “I’m just not really surprised, is all.”
“Maybe you’re not yet,” I said, “but I think you’ll find I’m full of secrets.”
“I’m sure,” she murmured.
I stood up. “How about a personal tour? I’ll show you parts of the castle you’ll never get to see otherwise.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Afraid I’ll corner you in a dark corner and slip my hands down your body and find out just how wet you are?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head, “but I am afraid you’ll try.”
I laughed, grinning hugely. I liked this girl. I could feel a thrill in my bones, an excitement over her that I hadn’t felt for a woman in a very long time. She was so unlike every other girl in Starkland. She didn’t seem at all impressed that I was the king, or that I used to be the bad boy prince.
“Your loss,” I said. “If you change your mind, just call me.” I got up and walked over to her control panel. I entered my private number into her contacts section. “You’ll be able to get me anytime you want with this.”
She frowned at it and walked over. “Why do you guys have such an advanced castle? I mean, shouldn’t this place be all swords and shields?”
I laughed, nodding. “Yes and no. We like to update this place from time to time. But there are some swords and shields left lying around somewhere.”
“Great. I’ll make sure to check them out.”
“Good. I bet you’d look nice wearing only a belt and a nice piece of steel.”
She looked away. “I guess we’ll never find out.”
“We’ll see.” I stepped over to the door. “I’ll talk to you tonight at dinner, Bryce.”
“I guess so, King Trip.”
I laughed, opened the door, and headed out.
My security detail found me a few minutes later. They were annoyed that I had lost them, and the ministers were annoyed that I was late for the cabinet meeting.
But I didn’t much care. They were fine without me, and I hadn’t been able to help myself going to see Bryce again.
I was glad I had. She was as beautiful as I’d remembered and then some.
This was going to be a very, very fun visit.
5
Bryce
Trip’s visit kept playing over and over in my mind as I got ready for dinner. It was supposed to be a big welcome ceremony for our family, and it wasn’t exactly something I could skip.
Even though I wanted to. Trip was a cocky, arrogant asshole. I couldn’t believe the way he talked to me, but I probably shouldn’t be so surprised. He was royalty after all. Trip was probably so used to having whatever he wanted that he thought he could just have me.
But that wasn’t going to happen, even if he made my stomach do flips. Trip was by far the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and I was sure that didn’t help his insane self-confidence issue at all. The guy probably thought that all he had to do was ask and I’d throw myself at him.
Maybe I would. I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. I wore a tasteful cocktail dress, blue and slim, hugging my hips. When he asked if I was afraid that he’d find me soaking wet, I had to admit to myself that he was right. I was soaking wet, and I couldn’t stand the thought of him knowing what he did to me.
The man was just too arrogant. I didn’t care that he had a perfect jaw and full, kissable lips. I wasn’t about to throw myself at him like every other woman probably did.
Trip was probably used to women simply falling all over themselves to get involved with him. The guy was royalty in this country after all. Any girl would be lucky to be with the king.
Except for me, of course. I didn’t want Trip. I wanted to stay far, far away from him.