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“Don’t stop gossiping on my account. It was starting to get good.” I grin as I finish washing my hands.
“We are so sorry, Your Highness,” one of the women apologizes.
“Didn’t sound too sorry a moment ago.” I stare at her through the mirror. “You can gossip all you want about me because honestly, I’ve heard worse, but I willnottolerate gossip about my fiancé or his best friend,” I say, turning around to face them. I throw the glare of all glares at them all. “Some people in this palace have overactive imaginations. I know they are two good-looking men and let’s be honest, when searching for porn we are going straight to Male/Male because two dicks are always better than one, am I right?”
Looking at the women, one of them has a tiny smirk on her face. She gets it. The other two women look like they have sucked a lemon or two. “I can assure you, the prince isvery …and I do stressverymuch into women.” Wiggling my brow at them, I smirk.
The girls turn on their heels muttering to themselves before fleeing the bathroom.My work here is done.
I step out of the bathroom and right into the arms of my gorgeous fiancé.
“You ready to leave,” Augustine whispers into my ear, sending shivers all over my body.
“Yes. Very much so,” I answer. My feet haven’t stopped throbbing for the past hour.
“Let’s go.” He grins mischievously as he tugs on my hand, pulling me through the crowd.
“We can’t just leave. We should tell someone.” I giggle after him.
“Hey, you.” The prince points to a footman, his eyes widen in surprise at the prince’s summons. “Tell Rosalie’s sisters we’re tired and have left.” He nods in understanding. “See, now we can leave.”
We exit the ballroom, and I wince as I try to keep up with his long strides.
“Are you okay?” He stops and looks at me with concern.
“My feet are killing me in these heels.” I moan.
“Jump on then.” He turns around and bends down, pointing to his back.
“Um, no …” I say. I’m not jumping onto his back.
“Come on, Rosalie. Your feet hurt. We have a long way to go. This will be easier,” he says matter-of-factly, patting his back again.
Shaking my head, I do as I’m told and jump onto his back with a giggle. It takes us a couple of tries to get settled, but somehow, he manages to carry me on his back all the way to our apartments, even in this ridiculous dress. Both of us in fits of laughter the whole way.
He kicks open his door and walks into his bathroom, where I slide off his back and onto the bathroom floor. Then he turns the faucets on in his bath and fills the deep tub with water.
“Sit down …” He taps the edge of the bath. “… and give me your feet.” He grabs one and slowly undoes the heel and places it beside the tub, then grabs the other and does the same. Instantly, my feet feel so much better. I watch as he pours some fragrant liquid into the tub and the water begins to create bubbles.
“Stand up and turn around … let’s get you out of this dress.” He gives me a flirtatious smile.
I wholeheartedly agree, and he strips me down to nothing but a white thong.
“You’ll need to remove that too,” he tells me.
Slipping my fingers into the sides, I slide the material down my legs before turning around and throwing them in his face.
He grins as he inhales my underwear.
Guys are weird.
“Check the water, but the temperature should be right for you. I’ll go hang this up in your room,” he tells me as he bends over and grabs my heels and dress before disappearing out of the bathroom.
I test the temperature of the bath with my aching toes and it’s perfect, so I step into the tub and sink down into the warm water and let the bubbles cover me. Closing my eyes, exhausted from the day, my body relaxes with each breath. I must doze off for a moment because I’m woken by someone jumping into the tub with me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Augustine grins as the bubbles cling to his exposed chest. He nestles himself across from me. Then he takes one of my feet and begins to massage.
Oh, man, that feels amazing.
