CHAPTER 14

“What's your love language?” Natalie sipped her watermelon smoothie, swirling the straw around the red liquid.

Isaac sat back on the cushioned chair, one of his elbows probed on the arm. He gave her a cute smile, one as warm as the morning sun that shone through the glass window. “Sex.”

She giggled, drawing her knees closer to her chest. “How many ladies have you slept with?”

He rolled his eyes up as he thought it over. “Four, you're the fifth.”

“How old are you again?”

“Thirty-one.”

“And you've only been with four women?”

He nodded, nibbling on another macron. “Three were my girlfriends. I told you I had good self-control.”

“For how long have you been single before me?”

“About three years.”

“I won't believe you've been abstinent for that long.”

He shrugged, a relaxed smile on his face. “I'm a prince you see, I can't have every girl have that experience with me. It'd hurt my pride.”

“I must be very lucky to have got you laid then.”

He gave her a look-see, her short hair tied up in a b