This prince doesn’t think he needs love or protection. I’ll risk my life to prove him wrong on both counts.
My newest assignment is smart, sexy as hell…and completely in the closet. As a royal next in line to be king, he’s resigned to marrying for duty, but at night, he reveals his true wild and insatiable nature in my arms.
I’m trying to keep our days professional and our nights purely physical, but it’s hard. Every day, he challenges me with his cool, collected demeanor. Every night, he lets me take charge and he shows me his true self. As his bodyguard, I’ve vowed to protect his body, but will I be able to protect my own heart?
All I know is that this is no longer just a job. It’s personal. I’ll make sure nothing and no one will ever hurt him, no matter the danger or the cost.
After two hours of hanging out with Ruppy, I could almost read him like an open book. Almost. I was a human lie detector. It was part of my job as a field officer to recruit trustworthy informants. Gang members who shared intel with me were honest people stuck in a fucked up situation. Some of them were born into that lifestyle, so they had no other choice but to follow in their siblings’ or parents’ dirty footsteps.
Ruppy was no drug dealer, but he straight up lied to me about not being gay. For someone so confident and regal, he sure was a bad liar. He mumbled something about being the black sheep of the family. He was no black sheep. He was one of the hottest guys I’d ever met. The combination of lilac blue eyes and dark chestnut hair was dangerous. Too bad he wore that hat though. He was definitely not a baseball fan. What did Europeans know about baseball anyway?
There was something else about Ruppy that made me question his identity, but I chose to ignore it. I chalked it up to my CIA past and the paranoia we all carried around with us as ex-agents. I finished my drink and ordered another round for the two of us. Ruppy undressed me with his eyes. He was pretty low key about it, but I could sense his eyes on me from a mile away. Operation seduction was underway, and I was the officer in charge. This time, I ordered steam beers, which were a California staple and brought them back to our cozy pool corner.
“So, what is your home country famous for?” I asked out of curiosity. I still had no idea where he was from, and he seemed reluctant to spill the tea. His English was perfect, but I detected a hint of an accent when he spoke. It was very subtle.
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