Ben lifted his head, startled by the mention of James’s title. Even after two months in London, he hadn’t gotten used to the ubiquity of the prince’s face and presence. Yes, James was famous across the globe, but in other countries, he surfaced only during big scandals or slow news days. Here he perpetually graced tabloid headlines, was shown in swift clips on the nightly news, so on and so forth. Every time Ben saw James’s image, it crashed through him like lightning. Fiona brightened as her gaze lit on Ben; he realized, somewhat to his surprise, that he was the only one who had reacted to her invitation. She strolled to his desk, a large ivory envelope in one well-manicured hand. “Of course. The new man in town. Well, here’s a pass for you and a guest. Find someone easily impressed, take him along, get yourself laid.” The envelope landed on Ben’s desk. He didn’t let himself look at it right away, much less touch it.
