His Royal Princess: A Billionaire Boys Club Novella - Plot & Excerpts
She was there in her terrible wig that hid her pretty blonde waves and sunglasses that hid her bright eyes. Once again, she was dressed in an utterly bland jacketed suit and prim skirt, and he wondered why he’d ever thought her a hooker. She radiated serenity and elegance even in her disguise. And man, she was so completely out of his league that he almost felt bad for the hard-ons he’d had all weekend, and the stroke-outs he’d done in her name. Maybe it was that rather virginal mouth of hers and the way she never seemed to lose her cool around anyone but him. Him? He could tell she was flustered. It was like she cared what he thought, which was a fucking heady feeling for a bonehead actor. And maybe it was the prim skirts and the way he’d caught peeps of her small ankles and delicate feet in that gown she’d been wearing Friday night. He’d jerked off a few times, imagining her bending over and removing her strappy shoes. Yeah, his spank material had officially changed to princesses.
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