XI
"What the heck?!" Lola cursed above her lungs in the other line. I was sure she was pacing back and forth wherever she was right now, thinking about the probabilities that would happen in the future.
I called her during our lunch break. I did not have any appetite to eat something edible, so I stayed in the office and called my best friend. My supportive best friend, take note. I talked to her about what happened in the past few days between Prince Alexander and me. She was like somewhat happy to how braver I was than I could imagine.
She had a satisfied tone earlier before I spit out about my dream. She freaked out, and I was afraid she would eat me alive if she were here beside me. I was thankful she was not here. According to our phone conversation, she gripped her device so hard that I could feel it here from Chicago.
"Lola, it is only a dream, calm down," I told her while picking the printed financial statements from the printer.
"Seriously? I don't care if it was a dream or what, but you still imagined kissing him!" I pulled out the phone from my ear, yet I still heard her cuss using different words.
"Are you done?" I rolled my eyes and wished she could see my irritated face at this moment.
"Not yet! Shirley, he is Prince Alexander the great womanizer! If you will let him use you, I swear, I will care to remove his buddy in the middle of his thighs!"
I laughed and bit my lower lips to stop, "Lola, he's not interested in me."
I got all the printed files from the main table where all the things printed. I turned to go to my table when a pair of green eyes held mine. Oxygen left my lungs and I wondered if he breathed all the air here in the office. My body trembled, not because I was scared, but I was too tense to see him.
My dream flashed back again in my brain. Was the feeling remained the same if I kissed him in the reality? Or was it more intense and passionate?
"Hey, you still there?" I escaped from my fantasy when I heard Lola's static voice.
"Yes," I continued to walk toward my table, and put the documents on top of a folder. I sat on my swivel chair and locked gazes again with the Prince standing in the doorframe, "I'll call you again soon. I have a lot of papers to do."
Prince Alexander walked and I followed him through my stare. I rotated my chair to see where he was going until I realized he was already inside of my cubicle, standing in front of me with the appearance that I could only see on the Photoshop cover of a bachelor magazine.
"I understand, gal," Lola respond, "Be sure he won't get his pet near you, okay?"
I blushed and looked away from the melted gaze Prince Alexander was giving me.
"Shut up," I heard her to start another statement when I interrupted her, "Okay, okay. I won't let that to happen. Don't worry."
We said good-byes. I switched off my phone and put it inside my drawer where all my personal things were inside of it. I turned my back from the gorgeous Prince who was with me alone for the very first time inside my office and after my dream.
He stepped beside me, and leaned back on my table. He crossed his arms and looked down at me. Even though, I had no idea what I was reading about, I kept my eyes on the paragraphs in my screen.
He is angry with me. If I say one word, I'm one-hundred two percent sure he will shout at me.
"Slacking instead of finishing your job, that's good," he stated sarcastically. I stopped myself from glaring at him. I felt him bent; his mouth almost brushed my ear when he said, "What was your dream all about?" I automatically shivered.
I pulled away before looking at him. I saw his smirk for a second, but changed it to a frown. "You heard us?" I would never ever say it to him even the world would end tomorrow.
"Is there a problem if I heard you?" he was closer now; we shared same air if ever I was still breathing regularly. His one hand placed on the back of my chair, while the other was on the edge of my table. I could not turn my chair anymore because it was stuck on the boundary of my cubicle. He successfully trapped me.
"You're invading my privacy!" I gritted my teeth. I held his both shoulders to prevent him from removing our gap.
"It's only a dream, Miss," he whispered, "Whatever happened in your pretty head, doesn't mean it happened also in reality, right?" He smirked enjoying my uneasiness. I had no doubt that all my blood was already in my cheeks.
My heart beating faster and faster every minute since His Highness came to the office. Probably, I would have a heart disease after a month of working here.
"Is it really matter? Let's drop it," I tried to push him, but as usual, I failed, so instead I told him, "They might see us in this position. Please, let go."
He laughed, but never moved an inch, "I want them to see us in another position," he winked.
"What are you talking about?" I murmured.
"Nothing, little girl like you never understand what I mean," he chuckled and gave me a dirty look, "You're changing the topic. We're talking about your dream. You tell me what is it, or they will really us in my favorite position."
I sighed. I would never win on this man. "You know, my dream is not important at all." I avoided any eye contacts, and shyly said, "You're angry with me, then you're asking me about my nonsense dream as if there was nothing happened last night."
I felt his muscles tensed up under my hands, all his smirk was gone and I could see the cold Prince Alexander who left me in the parking lot last night.
He stood straight; making my hands fell on my lap. I changed him from being the playful Prince to a serious one in just a few words. I was afraid of what would happen next. I wanted to say it because it really disturbed that I hurt his feelings by saying that he was not the future King.
I just realized after I told him that last night, he was a scandalized Prince because he was jealous of his brother who would be the future King of England. Prince Nicholas had all the eyes of the people since he was born, yet no one saw his shadow, Prince Alexander. At least if Prince Alexander joined all the issues, people would see him, he would get all their attention.
Maybe, someone could help him to view the world in another picture. Maybe, he just needed a person who would accompany him to put some colors in life. Maybe, a true friend might the answer. Maybe, that was I.
"I'm sorry," tears fell from my eyes before I could stop them, "I'm sorry." I looked at the Prince whose focus was on the blank space of the room.
"It's okay," his cold voice changed when he saw me. He knelt immediately between my thighs and brushed my tears using his big hand, "Don't cry. It's not your fault. I mean, I'm pissed off yesterday because... because.."
I cover his hand with mine, "I know I pissed you off, because of what I have told you."
"No," he expressed his disagreement powerfully, "You don't understand," He was confused like me, "It's hard to explain."
This Prince Alexander is not the bossy version nor the pervert edition nor the middle. It was his newest franchise of personality. He was gentle, kind, and careful as if I was a fragile thing.
"I'm really sorry for what I have done and said, especially when I slapped you," I sobbed.
He brushed my hair off my face, so I accidentally met his green orbs again. The most beautiful thing I could only think about when it caught me. "I'll forgive you in one condition."
"Con–" before I could finish the word, he kissed me on the lips.
The moment his skin touched mine, an electricity shocked my whole body. A shiver ran through my spine. I felt dizzy for a moment, why I did not respond at first. He moved through mine, like what he did in my dream, but it was better than I imagined. However, if I did not know my dream was just a dream, I would think it really happened outside my head.
The second I kissed him back, his impatient tongue licked my lower lip, and his moan was all I could hear. I let him enter. He wrapped his arms on my waist, still in the kneeling position. My hands went to his hair and locked my fingers to the familiar softness of it. It was same with my dream. Our tongues danced as if they created for each other. Perfectly fit.
His hand warmed my bare lower back as it passed the hem of my shirt. I lowered my hand on his arms and chest where I could feel his tough muscles even though his elegant coat and shirt covered it
We stopped once we were out of breath. He kissed me one more time, quick but deep, and then he stood.
"You're forgiven," he stated and eyed the door of the office.
"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked by his revelation, "You just did that to forgive me."
"What do you think that is all about?" he raised his eyebrow amused.
"You freak!" I was going to punch him, when he started to run away from me.
"Hey, Miss, take it easy, I know that is not enough for you, we will go there soon, okay?"
"No, we won't! I will never ever let you near me again!" I shouted, but he was gone. All my co-workers were looking at me, stunned.
I saw Katherine stood outside my cubicle, "We saw Prince Alexander outside, what happened?" She lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Did he harass you?"
"No," I shook my head, no matter what that Prince had done, it was still my dignity if I would say to them what actually happened, "We were cracking jokes before you, guys, entered," I talked to all the employees, "Whatever you heard, that was all jokes. Believe me."
"Okay," Katherine answered and went back to her table.
Everyone seemed to believe my stupid lie. I sat on my chair and found myself daydreamed about our intimate scene earlier. I was almost convinced that my dream was not only an illusion.