The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“Not yet. Pilar is going to introduce us.”
“I’ve only met him once,” Pilar whispered, leaning over
to us.
“You’re the princess. Who cares?” Joss said.
“I care.” She blushed. “I’m a fan of his as well, you
know?”
“Thomas got me his jersey signed last year and I almost
died,” I said.
“I told my brothers to get me one when they went to
watch Le Bleus play recently and neither of them
remembered to,” Pilar whispered.
“Bastards,” I whispered back.
She and Joss laughed.
“He definitely has the greatest ass in football, doesn’t
he,” Joss stated.
“I’d say.” I nodded.
“For sure,” Pilar added quickly.
“What are you gossiping about down there?” The queen
asked. “I should have sat you nearby so I could join in on the
fun.”
The three of us straightened in our seats.
“Just talking about shorts,” Pilar said, smiling wide.
Joss cough-laughed into her napkin. I bit my lip to keep
from laughing, and then stopped when I caught Elias
watching me with a small smile on his face. My heart
stuttered. I tore my gaze away from him and looked at his
brother, sitting beside him, who was talking to the man
beside him. I’d never seen Prince Aramis in person, but he
was gorgeous, with his golden skin and chiseled jaw. His
eyes were green like Elias’s, but his were a couple of shades
lighter. They matched his easygoing smile. A smile that I was
sure had unzipped many dresses and unhooked many bras. I
smiled when he caught me looking at him. His mouth tilted
in a lazy smile as he looked over at me.