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

were long and his hands seemed strong as he lifted the
basket out of my hands, so I focused on those.
“There’s always more security when we have an
important visitor.” His voice was slightly clipped.
“Oh.” I opened and closed my hands to stretch them
again as I looked around, not that there was anything to see.
“You’re Monsieur Bouchard’s niece?”
“Yes.”
“Your father is in the king’s cabinet,” he said and I
couldn’t tell whether or not he meant that as a good thing.
“Yes.” I bit my tongue. Normally, I was proud of my
father, but standing outside the villa where the prince my
father was constantly questioning resided felt shameful.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be beheaded for having your
own thoughts.” The guard chuckled quietly. “Not anymore
anyway.”
“Thank God for progress.” I smiled.
“So you will be dropping these o every night?”
“I guess so. It’s part of my penance.”
“Penance for what?”
“It’s a long story, but trust me, I deserve worse than
delivering heavy baskets to the future king.” I glanced up at
him.
“I’d like to hear that story.” He smiled wide. It was a
boyish smile, one that made me smile instantly.
“Maybe I’ll share it with you.”
“Over a pint?”
“Sure.” I shrugged a shoulder, feeling grateful that
despite everything I could still sort of flirt. “When are you
free?”
“When do you want me to be free?”
“Is that how this job works?” I laughed. “If so, sign me
up.”