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

please don’t hesitate to tell me. Good night.”
I turned around, my skirt whooshing with my movement
as I did so. I needed to get out of here before I made a fool of
myself. Why was I even talking to him? He hadn’t said one
word to me. Why was he even opening the door every time I
got here? It was annoying and unnerving and I hated the way
he made me feel. Thankfully, my feet worked quickly and I
was o the porch and back in front of the cart in no time.
“Adeline.”
My heart ceased at the sound of my name coming from
his lips. I stopped walking. Stopped moving. Stopped
breathing. Somehow, I managed to turn around and face
him. Prince Elias was just walking down the last step when
my gaze met his.
“I’m having a party tomorrow night.”
“Oh.” I perked up. He was inviting me to one of his famous
parties?
“I’d love you to serve drinks for us.”
“Serve drinks?” I blinked. “I . . . um . . . I don’t think I’m
qualified to do that.”
I wasn’t a bartender. Besides, I didn’t do this. I didn’t
serve people or make them baskets or work parties I wasn’t
being paid to plan. I hired people for that. How in the world
had I found myself in this position? I didn’t expect Prince Elias
to know that but surely he knew I was wearing designer and
wasn’t meant to be his houseworker? Then again, his
nannies and house employees probably wore designer too.
The point was, I was usually invited to parties like these, not
working them.
“It doesn’t matter. I would appreciate your help and you
being there anyway.”
“I really can’t. I can hire someone to do it though.” I
smiled politely.
“I’d prefer it if you did it yourself.”