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

absolutely no reason to remember me. Even though I
remembered the night I had with him, I was just a notch on
his bedpost.
“Why don’t you prepare the basket and go with me to
deliver it? That way he’ll know that you have a mutual
friend.”
“Okay.”
“Good. Let’s finish up here, please. I’m starving and feel
like I’m going to die under a pile of romance novels.”
“Hey, there are worse ways to go.” I raised an eyebrow.
“You could die under a pile of autobiographies.”
The look he gave me told me he wasn’t impressed by my
joke, so I went back to work, trying to ignore the fact that I
may or may not be seeing the prince tonight.