Unregrettably Yours

Prologue

"Well, that was fun," Diana Keyes announced, pulling her purple satin bra back on.

"Mmmm, it was," Elliot Sampson agreed, still slightly out of breath from the hot as hell sex they had shared minutes before. "Sure you don't want to stay for round two?"

"As intriguing as that offer sounds, El, I think I'm going to have to pass."

"Please?" he asked with a pout, sitting up in his king sized bed.

"Have you no decency?" Diana giggled, directing her gaze unabashedly to the very intimate part of the young man's body now in very obvious view.

"Of course not. You should know me better than that by now, Diana."

"Unfortunately," she teased. "But I really do have to leave for work. I'm practically late already."

"So? Call in sick."

"I've done that twice so far this week. My boss is getting suspicious."

"Let me talk to him. I'm sure I could convince him to let you come in a little late today."

"I know you could convince him, but I don't want you pulling favors for me." She threw on the rest of her clothes and tamed her almost black, just-fucked hair as much as possible. "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous, as always."

She planted a kiss on Elliot's cheek before walking to the glass door to his bedroom balcony to make her escape. "You sure know how to flatter a woman."

"You may not want to go out there," Elliot informed her as her fingers touched the brass doorknob.

"Why not? I always leave this way, and I haven't been caught so far."

"New security," he explained. "I can't go anywhere anymore without being seen. I swear, their eyes are hawks."

"They have eyes like hawks," Diana corrected teasingly, taking a step away from the door.

"Whatever. But seriously. When I snuck out to go to the pub a couple of nights ago, they saw me and they followed."

"That's their job, idiot. You're the fucking prince of England. Of course you're going to have protection."

"Before this new bloke, whoever the hell is is, was the head of security, I could do what I wanted without them knowing. It was nice to go out without a paid entourage following my every movement."

Diana heaved a sigh in exasperation. "You're a selfish bastard, you know that, Sampson? There are people in this world that would literally kill to be in your position, and here you are complaining because a couple of people are doing what they were hired to do."

Elliot let out a laugh. A real one that people rarely ever heard. "See? That's what I like about you. You're blunt and upfront and don't let me play my poor little rich boy card, which I have perfected over the years, by the way. You're not afraid of hurting my feelings."

"Then maybe I've done you some good," Diana replied, making her way to his bedroom door that lead to the rest of the palace.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Elliot demanded. "Someone will see you!"

"I'll be seen going down the balcony too, as you so eloquently put it. What's the point of ruining a pair of shoes? And it's not like your staff doesn't know you have sex on a regular basis."

"Just stay here for a couple of hours. I'll come up with some kind of distraction. Get you out of here unseen."

"Nice try, Romeo. But I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."