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

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T Lenora and Pedro were finished with it. It looked
quaint, but beautiful on the outside, with bright green grass
and a sleek, white storefront that made it look like a fancy
he bookstore looked completely di
erent after
boutique store. Upstairs, the café area was adorable, though
it was still missing a lot of things, including an actual co ee
maker and barista. I’d have to speak to my uncle about that
when he got back. Instead of spending my time stocking
books, I spent it drawing up ideas for the Versailles gala. I
was on my fifteenth drawing when the door of the shop
opened, making the bell above it ring and giving me pause. A
customer? It shut and opened again. And again. And a fourth
time. I set down my pencil, shut my iPad, and stood up,
waiting for the customers to come into view. I saw the first
man dressed in all black, followed by three others, and I
already knew Prince Elias was due to follow. My heart
slammed in my chest as I waited.
As usual, there was no use in bracing myself. Each time I
saw him, I found myself surprised. Today, he wore khaki
pants and a white short-sleeve button-down that gave me a
full view of his muscular arms. The top two buttons were
undone and I found myself licking my lips as I stared at his
neck. He had an almost golden skin tone that I knew wasn’t