Page 20 of The Prince's Game
“Do you think she’s trying to get him to remove his shirt?” Lily wondered as Georgiana slid her manicured fingers over Evan’s abdomen. The busty brunette wasn’t holding anything back today. I watched as she drew a line of sugar along Evan’s cheek and went up onto her toes to lick it off. Her overconfidence was astounding.
“Wow.” Lily’s almond-shaped eyes rounded. “Think he tastes good?”
Yes. “Everything tastes good with powdered sugar.” I gave our paparazzi a coquettish glance for fun. Most of the crew were around the prince, but we had a few trailing us.
Evan brushed the sugar off with a half grin. No one seemed to notice his discomfort, or maybe they didn’t care. Three women rushed over to help wipe off his shirt, all using it as a chance to cop a feel. Amber stood off to the side, lips pursed. When she rose on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear, his dimples flashed. It was the first real smile all afternoon, and it went to her.
Last night he implied he hadn’t been intimate with any of the girls, but the private look they exchanged insinuated otherwise. Why would he lie about something I could see on television later? It wasn’t like I would judge him.Well, not much anyway.If he chose her, a few snide thoughts might escape.
Amber was groomed to be a trophy wife, with that long blonde hair, model-thin body, and old southern charm. She would make a perfect billionaire wife, except he didn’t want one—at least, that’s what he said. As he bent down to murmur something back in her ear, I started to question his intentions. Unless all he wanted was sex. I couldn’t blame him for that, being around all these willing women. But why visit my room and kiss me to oblivion if he was getting it from blonde Barbie over there?
“I see you like the bimbo bitch about as much as I do.” Patty approached from the side, her long ebony legs on display from her clingy tan dress. She snorted when Amber laughed with delight at whatever Evan told her. “Oh, I’m sure he’s justsofunny.” She batted her thick lashes, making Lily and me laugh.
“Yeah, she’s a piece of work.” Lily blew the black bangs out of her matching eyes with a huff and scrunched her nose. “I couldn’t believe how she threw that poor girl under the bus the first night. What was her name? Oh, I think you were talking to her. Brianne maybe?”
“You mean Bianca?” She and Amber were the only contestants I talked to that night.
“Yeah, that’s right. Amber told Evan something about Bianca not wanting to have kids, and the girl about lost her shit.” Lily gave a dramatic shiver. “It was scary.”
Well, that explains the tension radiating off her that night.
“Bet Paul loved that.” Patty gestured at the director, who was saying something to the cameramen around Evan. “Looks like he wants something to happen between Evan and Amber to create drama.”
The flirtatious exchange between them was like watching a train wreck. He tugged on one of her blonde curls and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, but she moved at the last second to snag his mouth with her own. The kick to my stomach was neither expected nor appreciated. Feelings were not meant to get involved here. Lust was fine. Safe. Other emotions were not.
Angry stares and dramatic whispers rushed over the group as the women reacted the way Paul wanted them to.He must love his job.Creating drama, making people cry—just living the dream.
I ignored the hysteria and admired my surroundings instead. The French Quarter’s architecture was adorable, with flowered balconies and brick siding, and the romantic, jazzy notes in the air went straight to my heart. I was born to dance, my curves loving a good tune, and the live street music made me want to groove. I gave in to the temptation and let my hips sway to the beat.
Lily and Patty joined me, and with them came more cameras. I didn’t care. My tango-loving mom taught me all her moves and more, making me an experienced dancer by the age of ten. I used to skip around the house on my toes, flying in circles and living to the beat of my own drum. Patty kept pace, showing me up with some moves of her own. Lily’s short legs and tiny waist weren’t as practiced, but I gave the girl props for trying. I was midlaugh after shimmying at her, when a hand caught my hip and a hard chest met my back.
“How am I supposed to resist three dancing women in the street?” His lips were by my ear, but the words were meant for all of us.
“Hey, you’re welcome to join us anytime. Assuming you can keep up.” Patty kept moving, showing off her skills, while Lily’s olive skin flushed red. She missed a step and nearly took Patty out midmove. I kept my hips swaying to the beat, unable to help pushing back into his groin. He chose to grab me from behind. Not a good idea unless he wanted to walk away in discomfort. I had curves for a reason.
His mimicking the move was not what I expected. He gyrated his hips against mine, taking control of the rhythm.So, the man can dance. That made things interesting. I tested how far he would go by picking up the pace and shaking my God-given gifts while raising my arms up into the air. With his chest to my back, it forced me to arch a little to clasp my fingers behind his neck. He slid his hands up and down my sides as he followed my lead.
Dancing was the foreplay to sex, and this man knew how to play. The hardness against my backside told me I wasn’t the only one enjoying the friction. I tilted my head back to flash him an appreciative smile and found his intense gaze on my cleavage. My lacy shirt wasn’t low-cut, but the position forced my breasts up and out. The cameras no doubt noticed, but I was too consumed by the sexy, hot male pressed up against me to care.
His lips dropped to my ear. “The phone you requested is in my front right pocket.”
“A convenient location.”
“I thought so.” His hands went to my hips to turn me around. I didn’t miss a beat, undulating my hips to the jazzy melody with my front to his. The erection brushing my belly was impressive. Someone was mixing business with pleasure. My fingers drifted down his hard arms. His black T-shirt clung to him like a second skin, granting me access to every muscle and dip.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Enjoying yourself?”
I shifted my hips to brush his groin. “Are you?”
“With you dancing like that in front of me? Absolutely.”
“Good.” I explored his torso, taking in his hard pecs and muscular abdomen. “Any suggestions?” With the cameras and eyes on us, it would be impossible to grab the phone without someone noticing.
“Mmm, I can think of several.”
“Is there a particular one you care to try?”
“Leave it to me, sweetheart.” He placed a finger beneath my chin and tilted my face upward to meet his kiss. It was measured, slow, and brimming with unveiled passion. If it weren’t for the audience and his intentions, I would have gotten lost in it. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me tight against him while maintaining our rhythm. He deepened the sensual assault by parting my lips with his tongue and devouring me in an open-mouthed kiss.
