Page 3 of Cheeky Prince
His expression falls. “I see. I'm very sorry to hear that. How will you get home? There aren't international airports on tiny islands.”
“I'll figure it out. There are boats and buses that can get me where I need to go. I’ll be fine.”
“Still, you’ll need somewhere to stay. There’s no boat to the mainland until morning.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small card. “This place belongs to a friend of mine. He rarely uses it and allows me to stay when I’m in port. Why don’t you use it instead of me tonight? Get a good night’s rest before you travel back home.”
“Thank you, Stephen.” I take the card and flip it over, finding a six-digit code and an address written on it. “Are you sure your friend won’t mind?”
“Of course not. He probably won’t even be there, but I will call ahead just in case.”
Dominic
The intercom buzzes, pulling me from my research and instantly irritating me.Shit.I push away from the counter and walk right over to it, hitting the button to speak.
“What do you want?”
“Oh!” A woman shrieks and jumps back, giving me a full view of her on the security camera.Whoa.“I’m sorry. Stephen sent me. He said no one would be here, and he gave me a code. I didn’t realize…”
“Stefan sent you?” I ask, trying to get a hold of myself as I realize that this is the ‘pussy’ Stefan was talking about. I had planned to send her packing. I don’t spend time with hookers, or many women for that matter, but for once in his life, Stefan chose well. This woman is all curves and innocence—exactly my type. One look and my cock is already rising to the occasion.Can I actually go through with this?
“Yes,” she says, answering both my internal and external questions. She’s leaning close to the monitor again, and all I can see are her full pink lips. My mind is already conjuring ways for her to use them, and I almost slide my hand into my pants, seeking relief, before she speaks again and snaps me out of my love spell. “He gave me this code—which doesn’t seem to work—and the address. It’s only for tonight. I have to get to the mainland in the morning.” Annoyance flares in my gut.Am I aggravated that she has another booking?“But I can leave if it’s a problem. I don’t really do this kind of thing.”
That has me curious. “How many times have you done this before?”
“Never, really. But circumstances…” She offers a nervous laugh instead of a complete sentence.
“I see.”Does that mean I’m her first client?Something about that knowledge makes me feel a hell of a lot better. I hit the button to let her inside.
She thanks me then she’s out of my sight, heading through the security gate as she walks up the path to the entryway. I practically run to get there in time to open the door, so I can watch the way she moves. There’s something so seductive about a woman with curves. I love the way her hips sway from side to side, the jiggle in her breasts each time her foot lands on the pavement. She’s wearing a frilly dress that’s short enough to show off her thick thighs and low enough to give my eyes a great view of her tits. Her long blonde hair is braided and hanging over her left shoulder while she carries a heavy-looking bag on her right. On her feet are strappy sandals that show off painted pink toenails. If she hadn’t been purchased for the night by my cousin, I could see myself falling at the feet of this girl and making her my queen. But as it is, the only thing I know is real about this girl is my reaction to her. I need to remember that everything she does is just an act, a fantasy. I probably shouldn’t even believe the bit about this being her first time on a call. Perhaps that’s just her act—the sweet and innocent virgin. Most guys would eat it up. It’s the perfect fantasy.
Which is why my dick is straining against my zipper.
“Hey.” She smiles as she meets my eyes. “I’m Jill.”
“Dominic,” I offer, even though she probably already knows that. “What instructions did Stefan give you?”
She stops in front of me and runs her fingers down the length of her braid like she’s nervous. “Um. Not any really. He just said that his friend owned this place, and I should stay the night instead of him.”
“I see.” My eyes drag from her eyes to her toes, then back again. She looks like she’s in her early twenties, if that.
“You knew I was coming, right? I can leave if this is weird.”
I step to the side and gesture for her to come in. “That won’t be necessary.”
She smiles again as she thanks me and comes inside, her eyes taking in the open living room with views of the ocean as far as the eye can see. “Wow.”
Wow, indeed. I can’t stop looking at her ass. It’s round and firm, and I have the desire to lift her skirt and take a bite.
“Would you like something to drink?” I offer.
“Oh, um, yeah. I think that’d be great. Settle the nerves a little.” She puts her bag on the floor next to the couch, then walks to the kitchen counter, where I’ve placed two crystal tumblers. “I’m Jill, by the way.”
“So, you said.” I smile, holding up the bottle of whiskey before she nods, and I pour.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m nervous—shit—I said that too, didn’t I?”
I can’t help but smile. This girl is adorable. She plays the part well. But I can play too. “Don’t be nervous,” I say as I push the glass over to her. “I don’t bite.” She laughs a little as she lifts the glass to her lips, making a liar out of me because I want to take that full bottom lip of hers between my teeth and suck on it.Maybe I do bite.“Unless you want me to, of course.”
She pauses. Her eyes going wide as she looks at me like she’s actually seeing me for the first time. Her gaze moves down, spots the rather large bulge I’m not even attempting to hide before her hand shakes, and the glass slides from her grip, spilling the contents over the counter. “Oh God,” she gasps, and I don’t know if she means the spilled whiskey or the size of my dick.
