She had only agreed to have lunch with him because they were in the company's kitchen. Although they had been quiet, they stole glances at each other when the other was not looking.
The prince didn't have a particular behavior. Most of the time he was Mr BossyPants; commanding, dictatorial and demanding. Sometimes he was obsequious and flattering. And then another time, you could see him with a grave expression on his face. It just didn't make sense. How could one possibly have different shades of character?
She was going to have to explore his different characters to know which one would work for her lucky day. Flashbacks of the morning with him in the car fleeted past her mind. If she would be honest with herself, she had gone down on him back in the car to salvage her thirst for him. She wanted him. She wanted it.
And doing it in the car with the driver and his head orderly within earshot only made it more thrilling.
