Prince Theo. Billionaire. Playboy. My new boss.
Excerpt:
“Let me get this straight. The queen of Sweden is summoning you to an audience, and you’re going to blow her off?” I step close to him. One more step and my boobs would brush his chest.
Charm him.
He shrugs.
“You’re not even interested in finding out why she wants to meet you?”
He dips his head, nuzzles my shoulder. “There are other things I’m interested in.” His beautiful lips brush my skin and set my body buzzing. “So uptight. You need a good orgasm. I can help with that.”
“Maybe later,” I say in a voice as brisk as I can make it, ignoring the fact that my libido has gone from zero to one hundred in three seconds.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Theo says, and the promise makes me shiver.
I clear my throat and press on. “Your uncle is sick. He might die, and that leaves you in the line for the throne. You’ll be crown prince.”
“I don’t want to be a prince,” he murmurs. His hot breath licks up my skin. “I’m already god.”
“You’re not a god.” I squeeze my arm between us, and push my glasses up my nose so I can give him a proper Mrs. Mavery glare. “You’re a male Paris Hilton.”
“Thank you,” he smirks.
“Cut it out,” I push at his chest. His rock hard, water slick chest that couldn’t be more perfect if it was carved by Michaelangelo. “This playboy act has to get old. Even I can tell you’re smarter than this.”
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