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Finding My Prince Charming

By:J. S. Cooper

Chapter 1


I was flipping through my museum guide when I walked into him. It felt like I had walked into a brick wall, and I reached out and grabbed his arms to steady myself. “Sorry,” I muttered and looked up as I apologized.

My legs froze and my stomach did flip-flops as I stared at him. With his dark black hair, sparkling emerald-green eyes, and tall, muscular build, he looked like sex on legs.

“Sorry,” I muttered again and attempted a smile.

He looked back at me with an imperious expression. His eyes connected with mine for one glorious second before he looked at my hands still on his arms.

“Oh, sorry.” I stepped back and removed my hands from his body. My face was a deep shade of red and my fingers felt hot like fire.

“Watch where you’re going,” he said finally, and I stared at his lips in a daze. “Are you okay?” His voice was coarser and deeper this time, and I looked up at him and nodded.

“I’m fine. Sorry,” I mumbled again and blushed. Stop saying sorry, Lola!

“Good.” He nodded and then smiled. He looked even hotter when he smiled. I felt a secret thrill run through me as he looked me over slowly and sensuously. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” I swallowed and fumbled with my guide.

His eyes caught mine again and he nodded before walking away. I stood there for a few moments, wishing I had said something else.

“Lola!” Anna ran up to me and grabbed my arm. “I just talked to the hottest guy I will ever see in my life.”

“Oh?” I answered her, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking around the crowded room to see if I could see the hot guy again.

“His name is Max and he’s absolutely gorgeous,” she continued. “I think we’re going to go back to his place and—”

“Wait, what?” I frowned at her and sighed. “You’re not going back to a strange guy’s apartment. You’re drunk, Anna.”

“What’s better than drunk hook-ups?” She grinned up at me and winked.

“No.” I shook my head. “No way, no how. Not going to happen.”

“You can come too. Please? I just want to kiss him.” She puckered her lips. “We’re in London. We’re here to have fun.”

“Anna, I don’t think—” I started, but she cut me off.

“I came to this boring show with you. Why can’t we just go and hang out with Max?”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes at her and then froze. My body had suddenly tensed up, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention.

A warm feeling rushed through me, and I turned around. The guy I had bumped into was standing there staring at me. I looked into his eyes and he looked over my body slowly and seductively. There was a small smile on his face, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back.

He looked like a sex god. And I do not use those words lightly. He really did look like sex on legs. And all I could think was, Whoa, as I stared at him from across the room. And then he winked at me and my face went a deep red—the sort of deep red that you see in vials on True Blood. But it was when he smiled at me and licked his lips that I thought I was going to faint. The sex god is flirting with me.

I wanted to look around and make sure I was seeing correctly and that he was eyeing me and not some other girl. But I didn’t. I was cool, calm, and collected. Well, I pretended to be cool, calm, and collected. Inside I was a bundle of nerves, and I just wanted to scream or text someone. But I didn’t. Instead, I smiled back coyly and lowered my eyes like I’d seen the women do in James Bond movies. Then I looked back up and he was still smiling at me with the most devilish look. He slowly licked his lips again and his gaze fell to my breasts. I thought my panties were going to fall off then and there from his expression alone.

“Lola, are you listening to me?” Anna grabbed my arm, and I looked at her with an annoyed expression.

“Anna, can you just hold on a second?” I sighed. “I was kinda flirting with a guy,” I hissed.

“Ooh, who?” she giggled.

I turned around again to show her the sex god, but he was gone. I surveyed the room quickly and sighed.

“It doesn’t matter.” I shook my head, feeling disappointed. “Who’s the guy you’re talking about?”

“Oh, Max is absolutely delicious.” She grinned. “I’m so excited. He’s even got this cute little accent.”

“Where’s he from?”

“Who cares?” She giggled. “Kisslandia, I guess.”

“Kisslandia?”

“Yeah, the land where he can kiss me all day and night.”