Jen lay in bed at 6.59 the following morning, looking through her photo gallery. Maxwell had done his best to deliver on the photo party front as his evening had progressed yesterday. Before her afternoon shift had begun, she'd been sent selfies of him with Drake and Hana (who'd seemingly just been for a swim) and him with Rick (who was at that time fully clothed). Later on, when she'd clocked off her shift at the end of the day, there'd been a topless picture of Rick, albeit from some distance away, looking as if he was just emerging from the sea after a swim. He was as toned as she'd expected him to be. Very easy on the eye. Very strong and manly.
And yet, despite the presence of this picture in her gallery, it was the first two pictures she'd been sent that she kept going back to. Maxwell might not have been as muscular as his friends (yes, she was comparing him to Drake too) but there was something about him that was more to her taste, aesthetically speaking, anyway. And that tattoo was strangely alluring.
She was distracted from the picture by a ping that could only mean one thing.
She smiled.
She sighed. What was with this apple thing?
She giggled.
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The Royal Romance - By My Side
FanfictionA New York waitress has a chance encounter with a prince, and is then offered the opportunity of a lifetime! But...she doesn't have a valid passport! Is the fairytale over before it even began? Or will Jen still find her happily ever after? This is...