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He just might get back to his ivory tower after all.
Chapter Four
Is Prince Jameson Going International?
How the Duke of Wessex Charmed the Students at One Prestigious American University
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“So, doyoulike wearing this in public?” Dani asked, her tone playful.
Jameson instinctively touched the front of his blindfold and regretted the action when he stumbled. Dani’s grip around his waist tightened and he kept one hand slightly in front of him, focusing on not falling and hoping he didn’t look as ridiculous as he felt.
“No. And I’m sorry I didn’t fully comprehend how much I was asking you to trust me when I did this to you.”
“Thanks, baby. But it’s okay. Even then, I knew I was in good hands.”
Hip-hop music played, and the bass seemed to vibrate the molecules in the air around him and change the rhythm of his heartbeat until they were both synced, but its muted volume suggested the sound originated elsewhere, like on the other side of a wall.
Finally, she squeezed his arm and they stopped.
“You can take this off now. We’re not quite there yet, but there’s steps.”
He removed the satin mask and winced at the brightness that immediately assaulted his eyes. He blinked several times until his vision returned to normal.
“Where are we?”
“One of my favorite places in L.A.”
“We’re in a building, so I can rule out the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the Santa Monica Pier, and Disneyland.”
“I’m not a fucking tourist, Jay,” she said, rolling her eyes.
He glanced around at the bare walls, steel steps, and concrete floors. “I’m not gleaning any clues from the environment. Can you give me a hint?”
“Because I’m generous like that, I’ll give you three.” She started up the stairs and he followed. “Outside. Double Feature. ‘Big Mistake. Big. Huge!’”
Hmmm... She had to be referencing the time he’d taken her to Open Air Cinema at Baslingfield Court to watchPretty WomanandNotting Hill. And one of those movies took place in Los Angeles—
“Are we going on a tour of thePretty Womanlocations?” he asked once they’d reached the landing.
She laughed. “Well, you got the movie right.”
He’d take the win. He was shocked his brain retained its ability to function considering his eyes hadn’t strayed from the tempting sway of her hips in light blue jean shorts that cupped her ass, with frayed hems that barely reached her upper thighs.
“But no,” she continued. “We’re going to do a little shopping.”
“For you?”
“Nope. For you.”
His head jerked back. “Me? I don’t need any clothes.”
“No one who shops hereneedsclothes. Just humor me.”
He looked down at his blue quarter zip polo and khakis. “You don’t like the way I look?”
“I love the way you look. I loveyou. But you toggle between two styles: professorial or royal.”
