He opens the SUV door for me, smile just as prevalent as always. "Clever."
Inside the vehicle, I slide to the other side, and buckle my seat belt. Kellan on the other hand doesn't bother with mimicking my safety action. His phone seems more important.
Great date material...Can't even spend the ten minutes in the car with me without pulling out extra entertainment. He seems like a real catch.
All of a sudden, he extends the phone my direction. "Proof that I'm not the psychopath you think I am."
"Sociopath."
Kellan cocks a grin. "Semantics again."
I reach for the device surprised to see the numerous articles waiting to read from the Google search he did on himself. Stunned, I scroll through the images, shocked at the numerous labels assuring he is indeed some line of royalty, but not surprised by the countless photos with women whose names I highly doubt he can recall.
This explains the pretty playboy arrogance and insistence on having whatever he can get his manicured fingers wrapped around. Uh...no joke. His nails are manicured. And cleaner than mine. I can't believe I'm gonna go out with a guy who probably spends more time in the mirror than I do. What? Yeah...It's much easier to focus on that than the outlandish truth about the man in the SUV next to me being an actual real life prince.
With a crooked smirk, I snidely remark, "Your brother's hotter."
Kellan snatches his phone from my hands. "He's married."
"Good ones always are."
He begins to scowl, which only causes mirth to flood my eyes. At the sight, he immediately looks away in a poor attempt to hide his embarrassment. The crimson color coating his cheeks causes minor guilt to cultivate.
Didn't know it was a touchy topic. Just thought it was typical sibling rivalry bullshit.
There's a long, sullen lull before I question, "So besides stalking art students and making fun of paintings, what do you do for a living?"
The change in subject dissipates the red color with his natural golden one. "I find various ways to occupy my time."
"From the looks of those photos I would guess you spend most of your time slut hunting."
Swiss tries to hide his laugh but fails.
Rather than scolding him, Kellan states to me, "I don't have to hunt for women like that."
"Just women like me? The ones who tell you no?"
"Don't hunt for them either."
"So just me?"
He leans over and quietly reassures, "Just. You."
To be flattered or freak out....that is the question.
"Outside of enjoying my thriving social life, I actively avoid as many royal engagements as possible, run a non-profit organization, and volunteer my time to supporting various charities centered around children."
My bottom lip drops in surprise.
"See." He lifts his eyebrows at me with a playful smile. "I'm full of surprises."
"And hot air," I sneer in an attempt to mask my growing interest.
Kellan wets his perfect lips yet the rest of his body retreats back towards the window. "Our date. When and where?"
"We're not to campus yet."
"Almost," he informs quickly. "On a good day ten minutes. On a great day seven."
The retort receives a glare, which I assume he enjoys by the smug smirk I get in return.
Why does it seem to be every punch we exchange is entertaining? That he's thriving on the fact I'm not just rolling over for him? This is totally 'the challenge is the only thrill' concept in full effect. Only way to kill it would be to throw myself at him like every other woman.
Kellan's blue eyes pierce mine with question.
But where would the fun in that be? Yeah, I kinda want him to go away, but I also want him to realize he's barking up the wrong tree. I'm too wrong for him and not because he's too perfect in comparison to me.
"You can meet me at my apartment at 6:30 tonight," I state at the same time Swiss stops the SUV. "Obviously, you'll need to have him drive."