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I wondered if the threat on Joseph’s life wasn’t the only reason London was with me.
That she wanted to be with me.
Every time we were together, it seemed different. She wanted me all to herself, she wanted me to spend all of her free time with me, and she looked at me like I was the only man in the world who mattered.
I wondered if her feelings had grown from hatred, to lust…and to something more.
I was afraid the same had happened to me.
I told myself that would never happen because it didn’t seem possible. My heart had been broken and humiliated, and I was too angry to feel anything besides spite. But I cut back on drinking, stopped seeing other women, and London was the only thing I thought about exclusively.
How did I get here?
Dimitri knocked on the door and popped his head inside. “Sir, may I come in?”
“Yes.” I didn’t miss Dunbar at all. Ever since he’d been put on tower duty, he hadn’t had any conflicts with London. It was an easy fix.
Dimitri approached my desk with an envelope in hand. “London asked me to give this to you.”
“Lady London,” I corrected as I took the envelope from him.
He nodded his head. “My apologies, sir.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.
I examined the letter and had no idea what she was up to. Why send me a letter when she could just come down here and speak to me? I preferred our conversations when she was sitting right on my lap.
I ripped open the sleeve and pulled out the small piece of paper that had been ripped from a pad of stationery. A single sentence was written in her feminine handwriting.
* * *
Sir,
Come upstairs and fuck me in the ass.
-Lovely-
* * *
I stared at the paper and felt my hand shake. My fingers grew numb, and I dropped the sheet on my desk, my pants suddenly feeling tight from the sentence I just read. It was quickest I’d ever gotten hard in my life.
I left the desk instantly, refusing to keep my woman waiting.
I finished donning my black suit, one of my most expensive ones that I reserved for special occasions. Everything I wore was nice and designer quality, but some of the finer things were always kept in special storage. I didn’t even expose those outfits to air for fear of fading or wrinkling.
I looked at myself in the mirror and adjusted my tie for the last time. My appearance wasn’t just important because of the royalty who would see me. The only opinion I really cared about was London’s. Sometimes she looked at me with desperation in her eyes, her hands usually pressed hard into my chest. She was turned on with just a single look.
I liked that.
I walked down the hall and entered our bedroom where London was getting ready. We had to leave soon, so she should be almost finished.
When I walked inside, she was just as beautiful as I expected. The dress fit her perfectly, as it had when she’d first tried it on in Italy. It reached the floor and covered her heels, and it fit her bust like it was made for her. Her slender shoulders were round and led to a graceful neck that had been smothered with countless kisses. Her hair was pulled back with two small braids intertwined with her hair. A diamond necklace hung around her throat, and her makeup was done to highlight her features subtly. A beautiful woman like her didn’t need much makeup anyway.
I admired her from the doorway and watched the hairdresser make the final adjustments. He looked at her reflection in the mirror and nodded in approval. “You’ll outshine the Queen.”
“What?” she blurted. “The Queen is going to be there?”
“According to her assistant, she is.” I stepped into the room and came to London’s side, unable to take my eyes off her. She looked exactly the same as she did during Holyrood week, but to me, she looked like a whole new person. My arm circled her waist, and my lips moved to her ear. “You look perfect.”
Her features melted, and a smile formed on her lips. “I like your suit.” Just as I hoped, her hand moved to my chest. It was the clear-cut sign that she wanted me, that if we were alone together, my pants would be around my ankles.
I pulled her into me and kissed her hairline. “Thank you, Lovely. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah…” Her bright features suddenly softened. “I think so.”
I noticed her unease immediately. “What is it, Lovely?”
She broke eye contact. “Nothing.”
The hairdresser silently excused himself so we could be alone together.
I turned her toward me, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Tell me.” There was nothing she couldn’t say to me. I was patient and understanding. I showed her more compassion than I’d shown anyone in my life.
