Page 46 of His Prince

“We will speak in private.”

He huffs and then folds his arms across his chest.

“Fine. But make it quick. I have flowers to plant and interviews to get to.”

“Interviews for what?”

“A gardener to help me.”

“You have my men.”

“Yes, but not always.”

He strides away, moving to a more secluded part of the garden, leaving Casey and Felix behind. He stops near an arch and my chest constricts.

I rub at it and force myself not to relive it. To not think about what happened here, beneath the wisteria.

“Your clothes look…boring,” he says, his gaze dragging up my body.

I stare at him, unimpressed with his sassiness. And yet, even so, my dick twitches in my pants.

An unruly, fitful thing.

“Anyway, what is it?” he asks, leaning against those crumbling stones and forcing his mouth into a thin line.

“The contract.”

“What about it?” he asks, standing up a little taller.

“You read it?”

“I did.”

I pause and keep my focus on him and nothing else. “We are to be…monogamous.”

His cheeks pinken and he dips his chin. “I know. Unfortunate, isn’t it? Especially since you already tried to break it.”

“And you haven’t? I see the way you flirt with the bodyguards.”

“I’m not flirting. I’m being kind.” He digs his foot into the ground near that arch, and I can’t stand the sight of it anymore.

I grab his arm and pull him farther away from it. He stumbles beside me and curses when I finally let him go near a large willow tree at the far end of the garden.

“Don’t ever touch me like that again,” he says, and I grind my teeth.

“You have no respect for me.”

“I don’t. I loathe you.”

My jaw works back and forth and his anger only seems to heighten my desire for him.

“Well, what did you want to say? Or did you already say it and I missed it entirely?”

“We will fuck. Nightly.”

“The hell we will,” he says and his cheeks darken. “I’m not fucking you. Ever. Again.”

My eye twitches at his adamancy and he shifts on his feet.