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  night."

  "An intruder, huh?"

  She sips her coffee. "He tied me to the bed, Max," she says, looking at me with wide eyes. "And he did things to me. Dirty things."

  My cock stirs at the memory of exactly what I did to her last night. "That bastard," I declare. "I'll need to make a detailed report." I sit down on the bed beside her and slide my hand up her thigh, eliciting a squeal from her.

  "Hot coffee!" she shrieks. "It's going to spill!"

  I take the cup out of her hand and set it on the table. "I'll need to have you walk me through the events of last night," I say, my tone mock-serious.

  "Will this require a reenactment?" she asks playfully.

  "It might. I haven't decided yet. Tell me: did he touch you here?" I ask, my hand going between her legs.

  "Hmm. I think I recall something like that happening," she says softly. "It's all a blur, really."

  "Well, then, I should probably refresh your memory," I tell her. She's slick and wet and immediately ready for me. I thrust inside her with my fingers and it's a matter of seconds before she's clenching them, her muscles squeezing me so tightly I think she's going to come any moment … and she does, surprising both of with a loud cry. When she finishes, she looks up at me with her cheeks flushed pink, her hand going to her face to cover it in embarrassment. "Um, that was fast."

  "Don't be embarrassed. I'm going to feel smug as hell about that," I tell her. When I pull my fingers from her and taste her sweetness, my cock presses hard against my pants, begging for release.

  "Are you going to take off those clothes and get back in bed with me?" she asks, her voice seductive.

  "Not now." I try to ignore my hardness and congratulate myself on exercising some control around her. It requires superhuman willpower, especially with the way she's looking at me right now. "You have to get back to the summer house. You're supposed to help out with planning some kind of charity thing."

  Alexandra sighs. "Planning a charity thing?" she asks. "Is that coming from Sofia?"

  "That's coming from your father. The helicopter is waiting for us."

  She lets out a long sigh. "You and the rules," she says.

  I'm about to remind her of just how many damn rules I've already broken here and just how much I've breached every standard of propriety, but then she rolls over onto her stomach, her bare ass and legs splayed out on the bed as she reaches for the coffee again.

  I can't help but let out a low rumble at the sight. "The plans I have for that ass…"

  I don't even realize I've spoken the words aloud until she stands up, the coffee cup in her hands, and walks over to me. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do, Bodyguard."

  "Is that a challenge?"

  "Maybe."

  "I told you I'm going to claim every part of you, princess. It wasn't an idle threat."

  "I do hope not," she says, her voice light. "I'd be ever so disappointed if it were."

  I curse under my breath. This girl will be the death of me. I run my hand over her perfect bare ass cheek as she looks at me mischievously and takes another sip of her coffee. "Go put on a skirt," I tell her, my voice terse. "A skirt and no panties."

  Her eyebrows go up. "Haven't you learned that you can't dictate what I wear?" she asks. "Did my see-through dress teach you nothing?"

  I look down at the dress crumpled on the floor. "Did it teach you nothing?" I counter.

  She grins. "It taught me I should definitely wear whatever the hell I want."

  "Wear a dress or a skirt," I tell her firmly. "Something appropriate. Something with actual fabric, nothing see-through, and nothing that shows your ass cheeks or your tits to anyone else. From now on, those are mine and only mine to see."

  She laughs and takes another sip of her coffee. "Oh really. You think so, Max?"

  "I know so, sweetheart," I tell her, turning toward the door. "The other bodyguards are waiting. You have fifteen minutes. Remember: appropriate and demure."

  "Demure?!" I hear her ask from behind me. I think she might be choking on her coffee.

  I grin, stifling the laugh I feel building in my chest. "That's right. But no panties underneath. In fact, you should never wear panties again, now that I think about it."

  When I turn around, she's looking at me with her hand on her hip, her other one holding her coffee, amusement on her face. "Let me get this straight. I should wear a demure dress with no panties."

  "That's my new rule," I declare, deciding that at just this very moment. "I'm going to need access to your pussy any time I choose."

  "Oh, you are, are you?" she asks. "I let you tie me up one time and the power's already gone to your head. Now you want me ready and waiting all the time?"

  I grin. "I don't want you ready and waiting, sweetheart – I know you'll be ready and waiting. That's especially true now that I saw that little display a minute ago – or have you already forgotten that it took you a grand total of ten seconds to come once I slid my fingers inside you?"

  She leans over and pulls a pillow off the bed, tossing it in my direction. It bounces off my leg. I laugh as I open the door. "Don't forget your dress code, princess," I say, my voice professional for the benefit of anyone who might hear me from down the hallway.

  Another pillow hits my back before I leave.

  Fifteen minutes later, Alexandra comes out of the bedroom wearing a little blue sundress, the skirt billowing around her legs as she walks. It's perfectly appropriate, yet I can't look at her without wanting to bend her over and flip the skirt up so I can grab a handful of her ass.

  As we're walking to the helicopter, the wind flips it up for me. Before she can hold all of the material down around her thighs, it gives me a perfect view of her white panties underneath.

  I help her into the helicopter, standing far too close to her to be appropriate in any way, but it's just us and the pilots out here. She pauses with her back to me, and I breathe in the light floral smell of her hair. "I saw what you're wearing," I tell her. "I think I was clear about what not to wear."

  She half-turns toward me with a sly grin on her face. "Oh? I think I was just as clear that I do whatever I want, James."

  I hide a smile as we get into the helicopter.

  I wouldn't expect anything less from her.

  34

  Alexandra

  I slide my finger over the phone screen and sigh. "I have, like, a hundred text messages," I groan.

  "Those fucking photos of you in that fucking dress," Max grumbles. His hatred of the dress shouldn't make me as secretly thrilled as much as it does, and doubly so after what happened last night all because of that dress.

  My fingers go instinctively to my lips, still swollen from his kisses. The dull ache between my legs is a more acute physical reminder of what happened between us and how good it was.

  "A bunch of them are from my father," I note, groaning.

  "I know," Max says tersely. "I'm under orders to deliver you to him first."

  My heart races at the thought that I might be going straight to my father because someone might have seen us outside at the palace or noticed that Max didn't leave my bedroom until this morning. Despite the lack of cameras in the residence wings of the palace and the greatly reduced summer staff, it's still possible someone could have seen us and relayed that to my father.

  Max pauses at the door near my father's office, his jaw clenched because he's obviously thinking the same thing.

  "It's about the dress," I reassure him despite not being entirely certain about that myself.

  "The dress," Max repeats. "Yeah."

  Of course, it does end up being all about the dress. My father stands behind his large desk with Sofia at his side. In the middle of the desk is the morning paper, displayed with the headline facing my direction. When I enter the room, Sofia looks at me disapprovingly while my father is just plain angry.

  "This is what I woke up to this morning," he bellows, gesturing to the newspaper. The headline blares ac