To say that Adrian was impressed would have been an understatement. It was like looking at a jewel from the other side of a glass—you want to touch it but you can't.

He could simply snap his fingers, and demand Veronica's body.

But, he was on this boat for the exact reason to find himself a bride.

But damn, Veronica had put up a fight that he had never seen, one that he never would have witnessed if she hadn't mistaken him for someone else. Veronica led the way, the group of ladies behind him.

Out of all the women in the boat, his eyes raked over Veronica's body. Her fire was instant—it was independent, it didn't care if he was a Prince for those first few moments. If it had been any other day, he would simply sweep her into his arms and plunged into her right there.

That probably won't make a good impression on the ladies.

But, he shoved the thought aside, this wasn't an ordinary day—nor, an ordinary trip.

This was a perfect boat though, he looked around admiring—it was large enough for some privacy and small enough to feel like it was a private home. He could simply imagine all the crazy sex escapades he could have here, running through the halls—playing hide and go peek.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

He could just picture it now, over a dozen women at his feet, slobbering as he chose one. He would try them out first, a wicked smile played on his lips.

That was, honestly, the best part—that the ladies would willingly strip for him, letting him do whatever he pleased with them—after all, he should make sure his future wife was great in bed, right? But the thought saddened him too—once married, he wouldn't have his share of women—not if he wanted to keep up a good public image. What remained of his sex life would be over in one week—and he wanted to make it a good one.

They entered a large room, it glittered with chandeliers and a wooden dance floor in the middle.

Veronica displayed her hand to showcase the room, "And this is the ballroom, for the larger parties than the dining area can afford."

So far, he was impressed. There was a large dock on top, that Veronica said was private.

He grinned, he thought of sex with the night time stars as the women rode him.

He looked around the group of women. Megan had chosen the cream of the crop—all of them were eligible, and able to join his royal family—duchesses and countesses. They were all gorgeous and also very willing to be his play thing for the weekend in hopes of being his wife.

This was a sweet deal for many of them—but in the back of his mind, he heard the nagging voice.

What if it doesn't work?

But Veronica's voice interrupted his doubt as she led them through the rest of the boat. His eyes kept lingering on her ass under that tight skirt. He pulled at his collared shirt, his blazer suddenly feeling tight.

I have business to do— he told himself, trying to focus. He let his eyes wander over the women behind him—they wore shining smiles as they batted their eyelashes at them. But his eyes really wanted to linger elsewhere. The women followed behind him, as he walked behind Veronica, his eyes disobeying him.

This would only take a week until he made the announcement to Parliament.

Finally, they made it to his suite.

Veronica opened her hand towards it. It was huge.

When she opened the door, he was greeted by large windows too, ones that seemed to overlook the entire ocean. The ocean sparkled behind them. The tall ceiling was lined with gold flakes, and the walls were painted a royal red and a soft blue. It looked like it was made him, both royal but also calm like the ocean that displayed behind them. He could practically smell the ocean through the windows. He would have lots of fun fucking women in this room.

The women rushed into the room, admiring some of the decor and the view. Some were mildly impressed, making snide comments as they poked and prodded at some of the furniture.

He could only guess that they were trying to show off, show Adrian how cool and sophisticated they were. He wasn't immune to their plans, he knew women well. He knew the kinds of games they played.

One of the women, a voluptuous blond with a piercing stare, sprawled onto the bed, facing Adrian as she opened her legs.

"This looks way too comfy," she said.

Her eyes pierced into Adrian's—she was focused on him as she spread her legs wide. She was completely unashamed of her open legs and the women around them.

He liked that.

Cressida, he remembered her name from the files Megan had given him.

"Don't get too comfy," he said, his eyes daring, "I doubt that piece of furniture will be the only one seeing action."

He winked at her, Cressida smiled, wickedly. He liked playing games too.

But, Adrian noticed, that she didn't blush—she must be familiar with these games. He liked to see his women squirm, but still he wouldn't cut her off the list just yet, he needed someone to drape over his arm perfectly.

The rest of the women giggled. But clearly, some of them would be out of their league.

Oh well, he thought with a smile, I can still play with them.

He heard a cough behind him, he turned to meet Veronica's dark eyes.

"The boat will leave the harbor in a few minutes—tomorrow is our first stop and dinner will be announced over the ship's PA system—" she bowed her head slightly, "Please ring me if you need anything—my number should have been given to you by your assistant."

Megan nodded in confirmation.

Adrian turned to her, his back toward the women to give them some privacy.

"So Veronica—will you be taking care of me this whole trip?"

She nodded eagerly.

"And, Megan let you know the purpose for this trip?" he eyed them both, Veronica and Megan stood close.

Veronica nodded, "Yes, sir." Her eyes shone brightly, like she was hyper aware of the escapades—perhaps still embarrassed from moments ago.

Adrian nodded, pleased, "So you're aware that you will be asked to perform many and possibly strange duties—are you prepared?"

She nodded quickly, but Adrian held out a hand, "You don't even know what I am asking for yet."

Veronica held out a hand as if in apology, "Please—feel free to request anything, I am sorry to have inconvenienced you enough—no demand will be too big or too small."

Adrian chuckled, "It's definitely not small."

He was definitely talking about his dick. He loved to play with the staff like that, sometimes he would play with staff more than that. But, those were just for fun.

Veronica's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed, she stammered, "Just—um, ring my phone and I'll be at your door as soon as possible."

He liked to see the heat in her cheeks.

Focus, Adrian.

He cleared his throat, trying to return to the subject, "OK, thanks Veronica."

Veronica left in a hurry, muttering about getting dinner ready.

Adrian heard squeals behind him, he turned to see the beginning of a pillow fight between the women. They wouldn't give him a break, their playful eyes falling onto his, to check that he was watching.

He felt an elbow in his rib.

"I thought you might not make it to dinner," Megan said next to him.

He looked down at her for a moment, trying to focus on the bouncing ladies on his bed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," she cleared her throat, "You wanted to eat her up—that Veronica."

He scoffed, it wasn't embarrassing or anything, but why would he be focused on the service when he had a dozen women right here? He liked his bad boy persona, thank you very much.

"Meg—I'm a flirt, I can't help it," he tried to show a convincing smile.

But she had a point, he kind of did want to eat her.

"Not like that—I could cut the tension between you two with a butter knife."

He looked at her with a smirk, "Don't confuse me for someone who cares, Meg."

Of all people, she should know him the best, right?

Suddenly, the PA system went on with a soft chime, "The bar and hors d'oeuvre is served at the pool."

Megan escaped out the door, leaving him to the horde of drooling women trying to sweep him into their arms.