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

anything to do with how many women he’d had sex with, but
still. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“You need to go on more dates, Prince Elias.”
“Let me take you on one.”
I blinked. “Me?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?” He chuckled.
“Why would you want to take me on a date?”
“Not for appearances.”
“Of course not for appearances.” I sco ed. I wasn’t an
aristocrat or a socialite or the Princess of Austria.
“Believe it or not, I mean that as a compliment.”
“Okay.” I glanced away, to the stack of books I was
supposed to shelve by the end of the day. Why was I even
entertaining this date idea? A date with a prince was
definitely not the way to go unnoticed. I was just barely
catching my footing.
“What do you like to do on a date?” he asked, beckoning
my attention.
“I don’t think we should go on a date.”
“Why not?”
“A date with a prince is not on my schedule for this
month,” I said. “I came here to get away from the
spotlight.”
“Why were you in the spotlight?” He watched me closely.
“How does anyone end up in the spotlight?” I shrugged.
“Poor decisions. They definitely weren’t reporting on me
feeding the hungry.”
“Doesn’t your father own the tabloids?”
“No.” I diverted my eyes again. “He doesn’t own the
tabloids, he’s just friends with some of the owners, but even
he can’t get me out of this predicament. They need things to
report on and unfortunately, I was it this time.”