Being Prince Charming by D.L. Jackson

Author:D.L. Jackson [Jackson, D.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A 1 Night Stand Story
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2013-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

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August poked his head out of the room next to the one Madame Eve had booked for their night. He’d heard footsteps. The door next to him opened and closed once. Lissa had arrived and waited for him. She’d shown up the night before her wedding and that had to mean something.

He looked both ways, reached up under his tunic, and pulled the tights out of the crack of his ass. The last thing he needed was anyone seeing him in this getup. Assured nobody could observe him, he stepped into the hall and shut the door behind him, suddenly remembering he’d left his key card inside, with his change of clothes. Fuck. If Lissa didn’t let him in, he’d have to prance his ass down to the lobby dressed like a goddamned sissy.

He strode over to where she waited and knocked.

Nothing. August fidgeted and the door across the hall opened. A child peeked out. “Mom! There’s a guy in a dress out here.”

“Get back in here and don’t talk to freaks.”

The kid yanked his head back and slammed the door. The deadbolt snicked and heat rushed to August’s face. Freaks? He knocked again. Louder this time. Come on, Lissa baby, open up.

Footsteps.

A rattling chain and deadbolt coming undone. Good girl.

Lissa threw the door open, while laughing, obviously amused at what she’d seen through the peep hole. He watched as her gaze swept him from the top of his head to his prissy boots. He lifted his hand. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Holy shit, August.” She choked with laughter. “Get your ass in here before someone sees you dressed like that.” She grabbed the front of his tunic, yanked him inside, and closed them off before anyone could get a look at him. “Care to explain why you’re wearing that? That....” August opened his mouth. “Dress,” she spluttered.

“Actually it’s a tunic.” He plucked at the fabric, caught himself, and stopped. Why not just curtsy? Not the way he’d pictured making his entrance. He’d intended to walk in and show her who was in charge. Instead he’d pranced in like a fucking Nancy. Lacking only the pom-poms to complement his getup. Go team!

Lissa burst out into laughter. “And you’re who? King Arthur?”

“Prince Charming,” he growled.

She clutched her stomach and laughed harder. “Real charming.”

“They told me you would appreciate the gesture.”

“Mmm.” Lissa wiped tears from her eyes. “Prince Char....” She hiccupped and started laughing again. “And who came up with this idea? I expected—not this.” She waved her hand and coughed.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m Prince Charming and you’re supposed to like this costume.” Gah! Was this Cori’s payback for stuffing her in a ball gown? Score one for the First Sergeant.

“It’s not the costume that has me laughing, August. It’s that someone talked you into doing something I could never imagine you doing. You won’t even wear pink or get next to something pink, claiming you’ll break out in hives, and here you are, your fine, six-foot-four ass self, stuffed into a pair of tights that could easily be paired with a tutu.

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