Page 45 of The King's Boy

"Monte Carlo?"

"Boring."

I frowned. "Then what do you want?"

Spencer pushed himself up before swinging a leg over me and settling on my thighs. "My parents were rich, and I mean stinking rich. When they died, they left me everything. I've been able to indulge myself with anything and everything I have ever wanted. You'll have to do better than that if you want to keep me."

I grabbed Spencer and rolled him beneath me. "I have confidence I can come up with something to keep you entertained," I said right before I lowered my lips to his.

I had one thing his money couldn't buy.

Me.

I just hoped it would be enough.

Chapter Fourteen

~ Spencer ~

I bounced through the front door, bags in hand.

A lot of bags.

It was sad to say, but shopping had become a bit of a distraction for me, a way to keep my mind off what King could be doing or how much danger he might be in.

King and I tried to spend as much time as possible together, but when he got called to work, I got worried, and that sent me shopping.

It had been that way for the last two weeks, ever since I had sewn up his arm. My stomach clenched whenever he went off to work. I didn't want to patch him up again.

Retail therapy helped.

The plan today was for us to go out for lunch and then go shopping together. King had been called away for an important meeting right before we were supposed to leave, so I went by myself.

I set my bags down by the bottom of the stairs and then stood back so that Boden—the personal bodyguard King insisted on—could set down the shopping bags he was carrying.

I probably bought more than I should have.

A black American Express was a wonderful thing.

"Thank you, Boden."

The man nodded to me, but he didn't say anything. He wasn't much of a talker, but he seemed to know what he was doing. There had been no more attempts on my life—that I knew of—but Boden had kept me from being mugged.

Huge plus.

I frowned as I glanced around. Where was King? Hell, where was everyone else? It seemed just a little too quiet for a mansion this size. Even at night there was usually someone roaming around.

I wandered down the hallway to the kitchen. It was just as empty as the entry way had been. There was no Mrs. Anna, no kitchen staff working away on dinner. Nothing.

This didn't feel right to me.

"Where is everyone?"

"I am unsure, sir," Boden replied. "Maybe we should check the boss's study."

Sounded like a good idea to me.

The beginnings of panic welled up in my throat as we quickly made our way from the kitchen to King's study. If no one was in the study, I would have to go upstairs to search. And if there was no one after searching the entire place, I was so out of here.