Wanted by the Crown

“And you are?” A man asked from behind me. His voice was deep and slightly enigmatic, as if he'd added a second meaning behind those three, simple words with just his voice. It was a nice addition to his strong, warm British accent. And overall, it caught me completely off guard.
He was leaning casually on the railing of the landing, drink in hand, and a gorgeous smirk spread across his face. It set off his arresting brown eyes causing them to have a slightly sparkling sheen. This made it incredibly difficult for me to break eye contact with him. His lightly tousled black curls, reaching just above his ears, shifted a little as he spoke. And of course he was dressed in Armani from head to toe. The words “Rich” and “Trouble” were practically radiating off the guy.
This is the story of how I got to be Public Enemy Number One of Great Britain, and of course, how I fell in love with his brother.
Always jump in the Neon Green Jeep... ;)