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

“Five?” I balked, trying not to laugh. “You’re so full of
it.”
“I’m being completely serious. Why don’t you believe
me?”
“Because you’re Prince Elias, future king of France, most
eligible bachelor in the world. People say you’re handsome
and charismatic and I just can’t imagine you would have
only been on five dates.”
“People say?” His mouth twitched. “What do you say?”
“I definitely think you’re handsome.”
“Not charismatic?” He was fighting a smile.
“I mean . . . not to me.” I bit my lip. “But maybe to
others?”
“Not to you?” He frowned slowly, as if thinking about all
of our past encounters. “I guess I haven’t really been very
kind to you lately.”
“Not really, but it’s okay.”
“That should never be okay.”
“Well, you said it, not me.”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed heavily. “I’ve had a lot on my
mind.”
“Thanks.” I felt myself smile at his apology and
positioned the iPad so that he could see it. “They’re a very
rough draft.”
“This is nice.” He turned his face to read the notes on the
side. He raised an eyebrow. “Acrobatics? If this is a preview
for a potential engagement, I can’t even imagine what the
wedding will be like.”
“Me either.” I laughed. “The theme is a seventeenhundreds
masquerade, since you royals have a thing for
masquerades and ballgowns.”
“Us royals.” He was fighting a smile. “I guess we do.”
“I can’t believe you’ve only been on five dates.” I looked
at him again. He was insanely gorgeous. Not that dates had