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

“Because of your uncle?” His head tilted slightly as he
looked at me. “I heard he doesn’t want any of his female
employees talking to me.”
“I’m not his employee,” I said, though my uncle had
warned me to stay away from the prince. “I have a date and I
don’t want to be late.”
“You’re nervous,” he said. “Do I make you nervous?”
“A little.” There was no point in lying to him.
“That’s interesting.” He let go of the door and took a step
toward me. “I’m sure your date can wait a few minutes.”
I stared at his chest, at the button that was undone and
the golden skin that peeked from underneath. I couldn’t
bring myself to look at his face directly. Not when he was
standing dangerously close to me. Not when the scent of his
cologne made it nearly impossible not to feel as though he
was completely taking control of my body.
“Come on, Adeline,” he said, his voice low, sexy. “One
drink.”
The way he said my name made me instantly transport
back to our night together and the way he chanted my name
as he came. It took everything in me to clear that thought
away and shake my head no.
“I can’t.”
“Are you afraid you’ll enjoy my company?”
“No.” I met his gaze. “I know I wouldn’t.”
He chuckled darkly. “You know, not once since I’ve been
here have you curtsied to me.”
“Am I supposed to curtsy to you?”
“Am I not your future king?”
“You’re not king yet.” I matched his cold stare. “Besides,
I live in London. Your Crown doesn’t extend that far.”
“It extends this far though.”
“Well, then, it’s a good thing I’m just a passerby.”