Page 12 of His Princess Brat
I shuddered all over, my poor confused body in the throes of what almost felt like a mini orgasm.
Of course, it wasn’t. There was no way I’d orgasm over something like this.
He wasn’t even that handsome anyway.
Or at least, that’s what I told myself.
Chapter Five
Pita
The sun bloomed bright and early the next morning, because that’s what suns did. I didn’t so much bloom as I crawled out of bed, staggered like the walking dead to the shower and tried just to breathe through my stupid nose. My whole head was stuffed up.
You’re going to catch your death. That was what the handsome man next door had said. From his lips to God’s ear, apparently. I snuffled, disgusted with myself. Great. Now I was sick.
Ordering decongestants through the kitchen staff, I waited, swaddled up in a towel on the balcony for that plus my morning tea to arrive. Through the ‘ughness’ of my cold, I tried to plot out my day.
I could see the tennis courts from across the lawn and the small group of people cheering on the couple in leisurely competition there. Tea was being taken on the white-painted veranda, located one floor below me and all the way down toward the back of the palace to my left.
“Well, if it isn’t the world’s most spankable princess. Good morning!”
I turned right, and who should be standing on his balcony to my right, but that gorgeous spank-a-holic from the night before.
“Oh, my God!” I quickly covered my eyes. “You’re not dressed!”
His warm chuckle reignited every one of those inappropriate blooms of heat from last night.
“Of course I’m dressed.”
No, he wasn’t. I might have a cold, but I wasn’t blind. The man was standing there in nothing but a pair of yellow pants that left nothing at all to the imagination. His chest and shoulders were broad and muscular, practically rippling in the early morning sunshine as he stretched.
“They’re called yoga pants,” he called to me. “Everything that needs to be is completely covered.”
I called mental bullshit to that. That man was too good-looking for everyone’s good, including my own.
“You can look if you want to.”
