“Of course. You’ll be with the king. It’ll be the safest you could ever be.”
“I read that there were rebels in Stehen.”
“Some maybe, but we have it under control.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
“Good. I’ll send for you tomorrow morning.”
I stood up, putting my glass down on the coffee table. “I should get going.”
“You don’t need to run off. There’s plenty more wine, and besides, I haven’t seen you in those panties yet.”
“Maybe another time.”
“You forgot to add ‘Your Highness’ at the end.”
I smiled, trying to suppress the sudden and overwhelming desire to throw myself at him.
“You’ll never hear me say that.”
“I think I will.” He stood up and stepped close to me. “And sooner than you think.”
I shook my head and quickly turned away. I walked across the room and opened the door.
“Good night, Bryce.”
I glanced back at him, at his cocky grin, at his beautiful body, his devilishly handsome face, and then left.
I had to get out of there. I could feel my willpower crumbling. Because the truth was, I did want to get on my knees in front of him, though I didn’t want to do much talking.
Trip brought the worst out in me. He made me dream of dirty things. He made my pussy dripping wet, my mouth hungry for his.
I should keep away, but I knew I wasn’t going to.
12
Trip
It was a bright, beautiful morning in Stehen. I stood next to my favorite black BMW while the security detail went about their preparations.
I was excited, though I wasn’t entirely sure why. I was taking an American girl out on a tour of the city. That in itself wasn’t anything special at all, and it was supposed to be below the fucking king. Still, I was looking forward to it more than anything lately.
Finally, I saw Bryce emerge from the castle’s interior. I smiled at her as she waved at me. She was wearing a cute as fucking hell blue sundress. I loved the way her legs looked in it, and I couldn’t help but glance at her full breasts. The girl was absolutely gorgeous.
“Nice morning,” she said as she got to me.
“It is,” I agreed.
“How’s this going to work? Are these guys going to drive us around?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I expressly forbade them. You’ll be with me.”
“Really? I’m shocked.”
“Scandalous, I know. Unfortunately, they’ll be ahead and behind us the whole time.”
“Good. I was worried for a second.”
I laughed and then got into the car. She went around to the passenger’s side and climbed in herself. We waited a minute for the security detail to get themselves situated, and then finally we were ready.
I fired up the engine. “I love this car,” I said.
“Really? It’s nice, but it’s not what I’d imagine a king would drive.”
“Like I said last night, sometimes I like to put all that king shit behind me.”
She gave me a look as we pulled out into the heavy morning Stehen traffic.
The city was laid out in a simple grid. The castle was in the very center of the grid, and the city stretched out all around it. We were headed into north Stehen, which was also known as historic Stehen. This was the oldest part of the town and was where most tourists wound up.
“Historic Stehen,” I said as we pulled onto an old cobblestone street.
“Very nice,” she said. “I love this architecture.”
“Beautiful, no? We try very, very hard not to update everything too much. If something old falls apart, we rebuild it as close as possible to the original, though of course with modern amenities. We’re old on the outside, but we’re very young on the inside.”
“I like that,” she said.
“Good.” I pointed out some local landmarks, statues, and famous shops as we drove through the streets. We began to make our way toward west Stehen, which was really what I wanted to show her.
“This is my favorite part of the city,” I said to her as we pulled down a narrow street.
West Stehen was not as nice as north Stehen. In fact, it was probably the worst part of the city. Most of the poor congregated there, near the waterways, but it was the liveliest part of the whole town.
We pulled over in front of a squat, gray building. I turned off the engine.
“Beautiful,” she said. “Really nice.”
I laughed. “This isn’t an architecture tour.”
“What is it then?”
“Watch.”
We sat there together in silence for a few minutes before finally the doors to the building opened up. People spilled out of them, people of all shapes and sizes and ages and races.