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

pull a chair out for me, and I thanked him as I took a seat. He
sat beside me.
“Do you get this creative for all of your dates?”
“Not once.”
I smiled, looking at him. “I almost believe you.”
“You should believe me. I’m not much of a liar.” He tilted
his head. “Well, most of the time, I’m not much of a liar.”
“Good to know.” I laughed. The butler came over and
served us champagne in flutes and poured waters before
disappearing into the house.
“Cheers to a good first date.” Elias lifted a flute as I lifted
mine and we clinked and drank.
“It’s one date,” I said, setting the flute down.
“You already cheered to it being a first date.” He set his
down as well. “Which means, there may be more.”
“You do realize I’m planning your engagement gala,
right?”
“It’s just a gala like every other gala my mother has been
putting on since I was born. They’re all the same.”
“Meaning there is always a herd of women who attend in
hopes to catch your attention and be married o to you?”
“Exactly.”
“Sounds . . . fun?”
“Not fun.” He smiled. “I’d bet good money half of them
would hate being married to me, but can’t say otherwise.”
“I’d bet otherwise.”
“Even knowing I’m an asshole?” He raised his glass and
an eyebrow.
“Even knowing that.” I raised my own, with a shrug.
“You’re a prince. Everyone dreams of being a princess.”
“Even you?”
“I used to.” I took a gulp of the champagne. “Not so much
anymore.”
“Because of me?”