Page 8 of The King's Boy

"I'll be back to give you a report as soon as I have something, sir," Malloy stated. "Please keep your security with you."

I gave Malloy a curt nod as I grabbed Spencer's arm and started leading him toward the stairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, your highness." Spencer dug his feet in and refused to take another step. "I like it as rough as the next guy, but I don't go that fast in these heels."

I kept a tight hold of Spencer's arm as I glanced down at his shoes. I only had to go down as far as his thighs to see the beginning of a black boot. He was wearing very short black shorts and matching black thigh high boots. Both of which went well with his black mesh see-through half shirt.

How had I missed all of that?

I swallowed tightly when I felt a twinge in my pants and a flush of fiery heat filled me. Spencer was quite a bit shorter than me, but those boots made his legs seem as if they went on forever.

All I could think about was him wrapping them around my waist as I fucked him to within an inch of his life. It felt like getting back to the hotel faster just became all that more important.

"Come on." I walked slower as I pulled Spencer along with me to the stairs and then down to the first floor. When we reached the dance floor, I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close to my side. I was going to do everything within my power to make sure he didn't get lost...or escape.

I didn't notice anyone at the front door when we walked through it, so I wasn't sure what bouncer Spencer was talking about. To tell the truth, I hadn't noticed him when I walked in either. I'd been too busy wincing from the loud music and trying to fight off a migraine.

Funny enough, my head had not hurt since the moment Spencer plopped himself down in my lap. At least, not the head on my shoulders. I wasn't sure about the other one. There was a definite ache coming from somewhere.

As soon as we were outside, I headed straight for my car. My driver had the door to the backseat open before we got there. I helped Spencer in and then scooted in beside him. One of the guards slid in with us, the other one climbed into the front.

"Take us back to the hotel," I ordered my driver.

"You're staying in a hotel?" Spencer asked. "I thought you lived here."

"I'm only staying in the hotel temporarily until I can find a place." I wasn't thrilled about it, but I refused to stay at the O'Donnell mansion, as nice as it was. Who knew what that family had done to the place?

I also didn't want my enemies to know more about my home than I did. At least not until I got a top-grade security system installed, and not even then. I simply knew it would happen at some point whether I liked it or not. My enemies would be stupid to not try and learn everything about me. I was certainly looking into them.

That was the nature of this game.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent. I didn't have a lot to say. Too many things were floating around in my head. It was clear that someone was out to kill me, but that wasn't unusual. My line of work tended to come with threats against my life.

It was Spencer that confused me more than death threats. My biggest concern was if he was some sort of plant, with his flirtation just some way to get me to lower my guard so he could kill me or lead me to my death.

I wasn't usually susceptible to flirty advances simply because I didn't care a lot for other people. To stay alive and strive in this business, one had to have a cold heart. Mine had turned to ice years ago.

That attitude didn't make me a lot of friends, but I was okay with that. A friend was simply someone who could stab me in the back later on or be convinced to betray me in some manner. Life was easier without them.

That attitude also meant I had a dismal love life. It was non-existent at this point. Again, I was okay with that. If I felt the urge to have sex—which didn't happen often—there were ways to do that that didn't involve emotions or commitments.

So, why was I obsessed with Spencer's sweet smile or the way his silver eyes lit up every time he looked at me? Why did I have an almost uncontrollable urge to run my hands over his slim body? Why was I considering taking him to bed when I should be kicking him to the curb?

Why did Spencer have such an effect on me?

Chapter Four

~ Spencer ~

I was so happy to be going back to the hotel with King that I was practically giddy. I felt as if I was floating on air as we walked into the lobby of the fancy five-star hotel. I could float all the way up to the presidential suite.

And I had no doubt it would be the presidential suite. King was a classy guy. He wouldn't be staying in a standard room. He would want top quality, which was why I was positive he would want me.

You didn't get much better than me.

Okay, okay, that sounds like I had a huge ego, and while I did have an ego, I didn't think it was huge. I simply knew I could deliver on the flirtation I was putting out.

Men were simple.