How I Accidentally Slept With a Prince by Susan Laine

Author:Susan Laine [Laine, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-816-9
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2020-02-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

MY HEART, though, refused to listen. It told the rest of me it was in love and expected the rest of me to fall in line.

“How well do you know Max?” I asked Tulip de Lange. Shrewd journalist that she was, she might know him quite well.

“Isn’t that my question?” Tulip chuckled. Then she sighed. “Forever, I suppose. My whole life. He is the First Prince, isn’t he?” She twirled me around so fast I almost tripped over my own feet and hers. “See that gentleman with him now?”

It took me a moment to spot Max. He’d traveled from his earlier post. Now he was speaking with a young man who was, for the lack of a better word, pretty as a picture. Long dark hair with green highlights flowed like a cascade over his shoulders and down his lean back. Short and slender, he was like a pretty girl, only he was a boy—dressed in a cupbearer’s outfit similar to mine.

A twinge of jealousy bit my heart.

“Who is that?”

Tulip snorted. “Your predecessor. Alois Zest.”

The little spark roared into open flames. Holding it back was a hard thing to do. I recalled Freddie mentioning him by name. “The radio guy?”

Tulip giggled. “Oh, that casual comment must have taken an effort. As opposed to running across the room and tearing Alois’s long hair off his head.”

I smiled in spite of my raging emotions. “Pulling hair? That’s more of a chick thing. I’d just knock his perfect teeth in.” I cleared my throat. “Not that I would. First, I’m a gentleman. Second, I have no personal relationship with the First Prince.”

Tulip threw her head back and laughed, just like Alois did across the room. He didn’t touch Max, but he leaned closer. They appeared to be whispering like a pair of lovebirds. I bit my cheek not to cry or shout or… something.

“You were invited here by the First Prince, weren’t you?” Tulip said with a knowing smirk. “The buzz says you and he are close personal friends.”

“Says who?” I asked, daring to flirt a little, though I knew that wouldn’t throw her off the scent. “Heard it through the royal grapevine? You’re a journalist. You should know better than to believe in gossip and innuendo.”

Tulip studied me with a twinkle of mirth in her eyes. “Oh, if I put any stock in rumors, I’d not ask you about your affair with Max, but about what happened in France.” I kept a smile on my face; inside I crumbled. She whispered to me, “You wouldn’t want me asking about that, would you, Mr. Reed?”

I swallowed down so many emotions that it was a wonder they all fit. “P-please, call me Oliver.”

I remembered I hadn’t told her my last name. She’d known who I was from the start. I really needed to stop allowing myself to be ambushed like this.

“What do you know about Alois?” I asked, peering past her to Max and the young man with the long, luscious locks.

“I know Max cared more about him than he cared about Max.

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