Princess on the Loose [Completed]

SAMPLE / CHAPTER 5

Chapter 5

THE BUBBLING JACUZZI MADE MY LIMBS SIGH IN HEAVENLY SYMPHONIES,  LIBERATING ME WITH ITS SENSATIONAL PRESSURE.

Ria and Nessa both submerged themselves in the mauve marbled hot springs, then came up for air, moaning breathlessly.

"It's been a while since we've done this," Nessa said, getting off the hot springs to join me in the jacuzzi. Her slender body was covered with a drenched white towel, clinging tightly to her every curve.

"Too long," Ria agreed, snatching a neck rest before joining us.

"This place is heaven," I sighed, closing my eyes as I relished the pressure of the warm water on my back and through my aching limbs.

"It's one of our favourite places," Nessa babbled excitedly, "When your foot is healed, we'll bring you to the gardenia garden and greenhouses full of interesting vines and leaves. OOh! THere's also the recreational gym and the clubhouses--"

"We'll show her around," Ria chuckled, cutting Nessa off. "When she's all healed."

"It's much better than yesterday," I informed them, "but I don't think it's wise for me to wear heels. The press conference is tomorrow."

"What are you going to do then?" Nessa's eyes brimmed with worry as she combed her hair with her long curvature fingers.

Ria rubbed her pointy chin, her wise eyes in deep thought. "You're pretty tall, I don't think you need heels."

"Sir Carlos is pretty adamant on the issue."

"It's still your decision though. Just wear a long dress. I have a pink dress full of chiffon at the bottom. It drags on the floor. You can borrow!"

"Thank you Nessa but they already picked a maroon dress for me which covers up to my knees."

"Still--"

We were interrupted by a knock on the Cedar wooden door of our private royal spa. Ria stood up first to see who it was while Nessa tried to convince me to wear her frilly pink gown.

"Who is it?" I could hear Ria's unbothered tone before opening the door.

"Oops, I got the wrong room," a male voice chuckled, attracting Nessa's and I's attention. It was prince Eric with just a small black towel covering his waist, smirking at the underdressed heiress before him.

"Eric, that's not our room!" another male shouted from the background.

"What he said," Ria grumbled, her poker expression inhibited.

"Wait, surely I have seen you somewhere before," he said, raking Ria's delicate and curvy body, "I would never have missed such a fine lady." He licked his lips, simping instantly.

Oh no, does she need help?
A face that fierce, so expressionless, an exterior so bold and tough--you think she needs help? Asked the stupefied banshee.
I guess not.

"I'll be honoured to learn your name, beautiful," he said huskily, putting his ripped arm by the doorway and over her head seductively.

"Mary Riallyn Heracily, heiress of London," Ria answered, folding her arms but not pulling away.

"I've never heard of such a wonderful name, it's music to my ears," he charmed and took a wisp of her wet hair and twirled it around his finger.

Ria shrugged while Prince Eric's gaze hardened, wondering why she was so unaffected by his charms. Ria's composure remained expressionless.

"There's a gala party this weekend, if you have nothing to do, you can come as my date. We should get acquainted."

"Are you done yet?" She asked instead.