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

myself. Maybe this wasn’t the man I’d lost my virginity to
after all, but then he spoke and my heart took a life of its
own, galloping from my chest to my ears.
“Etienne,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I’m not really here for a visit,” Etienne responded. “I’m
helping out a friend with this basket.”
Prince Elias, who had definitely already seen me standing
here, but had made it a point not to look at me, now turned
his attention toward me. Despite my galloping heart, I tried
my best to paste a nonchalant smile on my face.
“Hello.” My voice was so weak and low and pathetic. I
licked my lips.
“Hello,” he said, not taking his eyes o mine. They were
dark and I still couldn’t see their color from where he was
standing, but I knew they weren’t brown like mine. “You’re
the niece bringing my basket?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s her first time in charge of it, so if she got anything
wrong, take pity on her. She’s not much of a rule follower.”
Etienne chuckled lightly.
“I followed all of the instructions perfectly.” My face
whipped in Etienne’s direction momentarily before I looked
at Prince Elias again. He walked closer to us, finally closing
the gap between us, and e ectively making my insides
haywire again. “I . . . I think the basket is perfect.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.” He reached for it and took it from
Etienne’s hands, his attention now on its contents. “Looks
right to me.”
“It’s a lot of champagne,” I said, then swallowed. There
were two bottles of Dom Perignon in the basket, which I
thought was entirely too extra for anyone, but I definitely
shouldn’t have pointed it out.
“Do you want to stay a while?” Prince Elias asked
Etienne, ignoring my statement.