Romani Prince

Chapter 18: Surprise

I'm not surprised to find a riding outfit in my luggage. Of course, my mother has to think of every possible scenario.

Luka's phone buzzes with a text.

Luka: "Are you really going horseback riding with the pretty boy?"

Yep... He found out everything about Carter, knowing where he lives, his phone number, and probably his social security, too.

Me: "I don't care what he looks like! It's morning and we'll be surrounded by people! This is NOT a romantic meeting, at all!"

Luka: "Right... He may not want to marry you, but he definitely wants in your tight riding pants. Send me a picture."

Me: "No!"

Luka: "Yes, woman! If you don't, I'll have a giraffe delivered to his house and charged to his bank account. Giraffes are very expensive!"

That gets me laughing. It's too absurd. A giraffe?

Me: "Is that even possible?"

Luka: "Are you really daring me?"

I type quickly.

Me: "No, no, no... Wait! Let me get dressed."

The phone buzzing stops me, so I pick it up, again.

Luka: "Scratch that... Take a picture BEFORE getting dressed."

I type back while giggling.

Me: "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Luka: "Absolutely not!"

Me: "Lol... Maybe later..." My cheeks are heating up. I have never done such a thing.

Luka: "Yep... Killing me slow and softly..."

I finally finish getting dressed and step out on the balcony for a clearer picture of an angle that may or may not drive Luka crazy.

Sent.

The response comes almost immediately.

Luka: "Hell, no! You're not going anywhere like that! It's too frigging hot, Gabriella!"

I shrug my shoulders.

Me: "Well... It's either that or tiny little shorts."

Luka: "I'm getting loverboy an entire heard..."

Me: "Stop it! I'm yours and he knows it! I told him about you right when we met. I'm here thinking about you day and night, you fool!"

Luka: "But I know what's really on his mind... And especially when seeing you dressed like that."

This is infuriating.

Me: "And amazingly, I made it this far without letting anyone in my pants while you, on the other hand..."

Luka: "That's a low blow and you know it, mierea. I'm just trying to protect what's mine."

I drop my face into the palm of my hand.

Me: "Luka... I don't want to fight. I can handle a couple of days around a friendly guy that knows that I'm crazy about you. Carter never even tried flirting with me and I'm not attracted to him or any other guy, in any way."

It takes a moment to get his reply.

Luka: "I trust you, baby, I do. I just don't trust them, and..."

I wait.

Me: "And what?"

Luka: "Are you going to the bachelorette party, tonight?"