NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

18.

❥ SARAH ❥

I wasn't entirely sure how we managed to get through what happened in the room, but somehow, we did. Now, I found myself standing at the back entrance of the castle. The guards stationed at each wall, their faces hard and grim, clutching their guns like they were expecting something–or someone–dangerous.

It was unsettling, to say the least, but I forced myself to ignore it, focusing instead on the fact that I was waiting for Christopher.

After drying my hair, he had told me to meet him here when I was ready. And I was ready–at least, I thought I was. Yet, there was still no sign of him. I wasn't sure why but there was a strange eagerness bubbling up inside me at the thought of going out with him.

Was it possible that I enjoyed his company? Or was I simply tired of being cooped indoors?

No, It couldn’t be that I enjoyed having him around. He was constantly making my mind a tangled mess, leaving me conflicted and confused.

I had rules–rules that served me well in my line of work. Things were going just fine until he came along and ruined everything.

His kisses, his touch–they still lingered on every itch of my skin, like a print he put on me, refusing to fade away. And now, the memory of the emotional hug we shared not long ago was seared into my mind, refusing to let go.

I sighed, trying to steady myself. ”I need to stay on track,” I muttered under my breath. I had to. The moment we shared was just that –a moment. It wasn't going to happen again. It couldn't.

I don't do feelings with clients.

I don't kiss them. And yet, here I was, having done just that with Christopher.

I needed to think of why I was here and how long I would stay.

“You are not wearing that,” a voice cut through the night, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned sharply to find Christopher standing there, his eyes locked on me. The moment he saw me in full, the dress clinging to every curve, it was like time froze.

The dress was one of the perks of the job. A former client had hired me to seduce his business associate into signing a deal, and he'd paid handsomely for it, insisting that I dress to impress. And so, I did.

The long, green silk gown was meant to be a weapon of seduction. It hugged my figure in all the right places, accentuating my curves, making my breasts seem fuller. But I didn't mind. I loved the way it made me feel–sexy, confident. It was perfect for an evening like this, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste.

I smirked, crossing my arms as I slowly walked toward him. “And why shouldn't I wear it? “ I asked, letting my voice drip with teasing. "Is it distracting?”

“You know it is,” he replied bluntly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. He looked so serious, so controlled, yet I could sense the tension beneath the surface, like he was barely restraining himself from tearing the dress off and maybe fucking me right here and now, despite the guards glancing at us after each three seconds.