VBT# Princess ... I think Not - Ashley Brooke Robbins
Synopsis: Princess .... I Think Not - Ashley Robbins - August 2013
My name's Baily King; my names so ironic now.....anyway there's a few things I cannot go without....
- iPod
- Black eyeliner, a girl can honestly NEVER have enough eyeliner
- My sarcastic sense of humor
- Combat boots
I used to live a simple life, not getting into too much trouble, hangin with my besties, doing nothing really....but then something really flippen bizarre happens. Sometimes I'm still surprised. Get this.
Me. Baily King.
A princess.
See the irony?
“Will that be all?” The lady beams like they put a thousand sunshines into her coffee. Everyone turns chipper when they see such a pretty man then they turn bitter when said pretty person leaves. I know from experience.
“Dimitri,” I growl.
He smiles. “Yes, thank you.” Coming back over to me, he gives me a smug, beyond-sexy smile. Hell, I bet when this man sneezes, it’s still bloody attractive. “Baily?”
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Will you please let me—Dimitri, your friend—do something nice for you? Something friends are allowed to do, even in the South?”
I narrow my eyes, but when he just stands there, I give in. “Fine,” I grumble, holding my hand out.
He makes a circular motion with his finger, signaling for me to turn around. With a huff, I do. “Every now and then…” he rumbles in my ear, and I tense when gooseflesh rises on my skin. It’s eighty-degrees, I’m sweating like a pig, but in this moment, I don’t mind the body heat radiating off him. What is this sorcery? “You deserve something for yourself. I’ve only known you for a short time, and in that time, you’ve only thought of others. Promise me you’ll think of yourself upon occasion, too.”
“I make no such promise,” I grumble, turning back to face him. “But thank you.”
“Aww,” the girl behind the register says. “I wish my boyfriend did something like that for me.”
I smile at her, not in the mood to try to explain he’s not my boyfriend but bodyguard. Because my grandma’s kinda a queen of a village called MacAleese, which is on the south side of Ireland and I’m of the royal family. I just didn’t know about it until…bam, you’re a freakin’ princess, wear your tiara and shut up. Yeah, that might make someone ask a few questions or draw a little bit of unwanted attention.
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