at her fingernails. “More like I’ve realized how dumb girls can be.”
I let out a long sigh. “I’m getting a little tired of your cheek.”
“If you’re tired of my cheeks why do you keep staring at my ass?”
My hands twitch as she rolls over my bed, her shirt riding up just a little to expose a line of tantalizing skin.
“Talking to you is like being slapped again and again.”
“Forgive me for being a little crabby. I’ve spent a whole day on that concrete slab in the dungeons, freezing my ass off, and the only way out of breaking my back is to marry you.”
“What’s so wrong with me?”
The innocent question takes her off guard for a moment.
“Are you kidding me? You’re the Dirty Prince!”
“That’s right, love. All that title means is I’m talented with my dick.”
“Please, that does not mean anything. All it means is that there are girls willing to sleep with you.”
“Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself?”
“No thank you.” She glowers at me.
Fuck me, but I want her. She looks up at me through long, black lashes. Her mouth looks like a tight rosebud.
I sit down on the edge of my bed and tear the shirt from my back. I throw it across the room. It lands in a crumpled heap. I feel her gaze crawling all over my muscles, and her mouth loosens ever so slightly as I turn around, winking at her. The mattress hardly makes a sound as I lay down beside Daisy, who openly stares at me. She has the finest black hair I’ve ever seen, and it fans over her cheek so beautifully that I catch myself staring at it. Then I look at that god-awful t-shirt she wears. If it weren’t for that boat-neck t-shirt I’d be able to look at the rack she’s hiding. I don’t let her look away from me.
That sullen mouth.
Her bright, angry eyes.
Her tantalizing waist.
I’m going to have them all.
“I’m going to take that stick out of your ass, and I’m going to replace it with my cock.”
Her pale cheeks flush. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m the opposite of disgusting.”
“Talking about your cock to a woman you hardly know is pretty nasty. All you know is how to be dirty.”
“I keep forgetting you’re American. Just because your ancestors were uptight puritans who just needed a good shag doesn’t mean you have to be like them. Break free from the mold.”
Finally, I get a shadow of a smile from that rosebud mouth. “I’m not uptight—I just don’t want to fuck you.”
“So are you one of those slutty American girls, then? Excellent.”
“Have you ever considered that some women just might not be interested in you?”
“No.”
She rolls her eyes. “I really hate to break this to you, but I never even once fantasized about fucking a prince. Like, when the rest of the girls in school were going gaga over Disney movies, I was playing with action figures.”
Suddenly her face falls. Her head turns and she bites her lip.
“What is it?”
Daisy moves herself to a sitting position and pushes a strand of hair out of her face. Haunted blue eyes stare at me. “This is never going to work. They’re never going to believe us.”
“They’ll believe it when you’re wearing my mum’s engagement ring.”
“How are you going to explain that we fell in love? Me—a tourist you’ve never met before?”
“Well, maybe we were pen pals.”
She winces. “No one will believe that.”
“You snuck aboard a ship and used your Canadian passport to meet your beloved.”
“What about the—?”
“The people won’t care! We’re selling a fantasy. Once we send out invitations to a royal wedding, it’ll be real. It won’t matter why.”
“I—I need to sleep. I can’t— Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll still be in the B&B.”
She glares at me pointedly, and I roll off the bed, sighing. It’s not like I don’t have guest rooms.
I unzip my trousers, not caring that Daisy has a perfect view of my ass.
I’m a prince, after all. I have class.
“Where the hell is the American girl?”
I fix my face in an expression of feigned surprise as Father’s beady eyes swivel in their sockets to glare at me.
“In the dungeons?”
“She is not in the dungeons. I am told you took her for a nighttime stroll outside the palace.”
It was far too easy to sneak Daisy into my private chambers. The guards never blinked an eye, even though they knew damned well who I was smuggling into my room. Getting away with it was never