MILA The commute from Felix’s apartment to my restaurant space was easy–at most a five minute walk. There was a cute coffee shop along the way, so I had gotten used to the nice morning routine of grabbing a vanilla latte on my way in. It was a wonder how much money you saved when you didn’t have
MILA I was still in a ball on the kitchen floor when I heard a knock at the building’s main entrance. I frowned. It was still too early for Felix to come and pick me up for dinner. Who else could it be? I didn’t know anyone in Fresonia. Was I being mugged again? My face broke out into a grin w
FELIX I arrived at the restaurant, pleased to see that it looked shiny and new, even from the outside. I knocked on the door, feeling pleased that the maids from the castle had been able to help out. When Mila opened the door, the breath got knocked out of me. She wore a slinky, silky dress th
Mila’s breath hitched as I put my lips against her throat. The sound was heavenly. She pulled back slightly, tracing the features of my face with her fingertips. “I want you,” she said, her voice as silky as her dress. I would’ve thrown her down onto the blanket and claimed her right there, bu
MILA When Felix bent me over the counter, I thought I was going to combust. Our lovemaking had always been on another level, but something about having him inside me while in a kitchen, the place I loved most, felt forbidden and sexy in a way I had not been anticipating. Even if my restaurant fa
MILA My questions about Felix only intensified over the next few days. I started preparing for opening night of the restaurant, putting the finishing touches on the decor and menus and placing advertisements in the local paper. Felix and I started having dinner with the royal family every Friday
MILA I watched helplessly as Felix left the room with his father. With him gone, there went my strongest ally in the room. Queen Rowena excused herself to read on a sofa in the family area, leaving me alone with my two least favorite members of the Fresonian population. Sure enough, Charles and
“You should go lay down in Felix’s chambers if you’re not feeling well,” Charles suggested. “We can let him know that’s where you are.” Rowena smiled gently. “That sounds like a great idea.” Charles smirked at me. “I feel like you can really get to know a person by looking at their bookshelves.”