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Add to that how just plain gorgeous he was and—-
She quickly lowered her head and trained her gaze on the black carpet, not wanting to risk having the prince catch sight of her reddened cheeks.
It was his fault, his fault entirely, she thought resentfully. Ever sincethat night,it was like she had been infected with a morbid fascination over the prince. She couldn’t stop thinking about how green his eyes were, how beautifully sculpted his cheeks were, or how amazing his abs were—-
She whitened as she realized where her thoughts were leading.
Oh my God, what was happening to her?
It was almost like she had a c-c-c—-
No. It couldn’t be. This...this was just like when she had started watchingThe Flashand it was crush at first episode. She had crushed on the lead actor so hard she had even started writingThe Flashfan fiction.
Butit hadn’t meant that she loved Grant any less.
This thing with the prince was the same, Fawn told herself almost feverishly. He was such a famous playboy he was virtually a celebrity himself, making them belong to two different worlds.
Which means it’s okay to admire the prince, she reasoned. Because he was like a celebrity, too, and similar toThe Flash,she had to believe that this fascination of hers would eventually-—
“Once you’re done with your conversation with yourself, perhaps we could start?”
Realizing she had been staring at him the whole time, Fawn mumbled, “I wasn’t talking to myself.”
“Of course you weren’t.”
Riiiight.It was so obvious he was saying that just to humor her, and Fawn bit back an uneasy sigh. When a full minute passed and the prince hadn’t said anything else, she cleared her throat and asked, “Is t-there something I can do?”
“You’ve forgotten then. ”
“Forgotten what?”
The prince said gently, “You’ve completed one month of service, Fawn. Today I’m going to evaluate your performance and decide whether you can be a permanent addition to my staff.”
Mary Joseph and Jesus, shehadforgotten.
But he didn’t have to know that.
“I could never forget, prince, like seriously.”
“Mm.” The prince had come to the realization that she had a tendency to use ‘seriously’ when she was lying, and he stored it away for future use. Swiveling his seat to the side, the prince raised Igor’s report to eye level, saying thoughtfully, “A couple ofincidentshave been noted in your performance report.”
She didn’t like the way the prince stressed theincidentpart.
“To start with, the first incident is the time you put salt in my coffee—-” He saw Fawn bite her lip hard. “You wish to contest this,parthena mou?”
“But I thought you already forgave me for that,” she blurted out.
“I see.”How terribly, adorably naïve of her, he thought lazily. Maybe one day, he could teach her just how he liked a woman to beg his forgiveness.
But for now—-
His gaze moved back to the report. “Continuing with the report, there’s also the time you broke a 17thcentury vase—-”
“But you said you agreed it was an accident,” she couldn’t help protesting. “And I also offered to put it back together again—-”
“Withwashitape,” he reminded her. And even to this date, he had no idea what that was, but knowing her, it probably wouldn’t be worth researching in this case.
“Would duct tape have been better? I’m flat broke right now, but I could probably stomach asking my fiancé to buy it—-”