Adrian took a seat at the table. He could hear the fluttering voices of the women inside the hall. They would arrive any second.

Adrian admired the table with its glistening plates and the shining chandeliers above. It was a small place – and it felt cozy.

The large table was arranged with over a dozen chairs – each for one of his guests.

He was looking forward to what he was going to ask them to do – after all, it seemed only right to him to know what he was dealing with.

The women walked in – all of them were dressed to impress. They were long flowing gowns – glittering jewels – and high heels that accentuated their own curves.

He wondered what Veronica was doing – was she so mad at him that she wouldn't show up?

Nope – her job is on the line for that. And he smiled wickedly to himself.

A beautiful chime rang through the air – as a few waiters came out and laid down small plates of salad.

Adrian hadn't even realized how hungry he was – his hunger had been completely aimed toward only one person so far.

Get a grip man.

He realized that he was thinking about her too much – he had plenty of women that he needed to weed through. But still, he wanted to play with her – the feeling growing stronger as he thought of her.

As the women walked in – he realized, much to his delight, that they began to fight over the seats. He saw some of them elbow others on the side – and some pull at their dresses to drag them behind the others. The women who reached the seats closest to him – had to shove through other women's arms. He sat back – watching as a very real but subtle fight going on in front of him.

They pulled and scratched at each other – he loved this. He wondered if he could make that happen in bed later on tonight – of course he would.

He noticed some of the women had resigned themselves to the far seats. He felt a little bad for them – they were not as assertive as they needed to be. But, that's what this was for – to weed out the rest.

His eyes fluttered over to the door – there stood Veronica.

Her eyes were opened wide – as she took in the scene in front of her.

Her eyes fluttered from one woman to the next, a surprised and wary smile played on her face. She found it amusing – she must also find it ridiculous.

The Prince eyed her – he admired the way that she looked about the room – the way she looked at it, the spectacle.

She had taken her spot by the entrance firmly – near to Megan.

Megan's eyes caught Adrian said – and he could tell she was looking at him disapprovingly.

He imagined what she was saying to him.

Adrian – get your focus together and look at the women.

Megan turned to Veronica – showing her the tablet.

Adrian could only guess that Megan was confirming their schedule for the week. Megan had addressed everything – and Veronica was in charge of arranging each breakfast, lunch, dinner, and drinks session which each of the ladies.

Each meeting would be private for the Prince and the woman. He would be able to spend a short time with each.

He overheard Veronica, "But, is it enough time for the Prince?"

Megan scoffed, "More than enough – he won't beat around the bush."

He smiled – Megan was right about that. When he wanted something – he knew it. And when he didn't want something, he knew that too.

Veronica returned her gaze to the women – who are starting to settle down.

Adrian looked to his right side – not surprised to see the curvy blond blinking and smiling at him.

Cressida definitely seemed like his type – she was possibly at the lead – she was ferocious, beautiful, and played the part well. Adrian's stomach tied into a knot – was it decided already?

He looked back to Veronica – and there was something different in her eyes this time. Her eyes rolled over the women – her eyes looked like they were full of pity, but her smile was tight – as if she was remembering something unpleasant, uncomfortable.

I want to know more about her.

The thought raced across his mind – he tried to shake it off, but he thought to himself – well, it only makes sense to get to know the woman who will be finding my bride.

Adrian returned his thoughts to the table of women in front of him.

He raised a glass, and all the woman followed him.

"To the next few days ladies – I hope you each find what you're looking for."

The women giggled in response, and raised their glasses with a clink.

Before they would begin their salads – he would play his game. He felt a smile pull at his lips. His eyes darted to Veronica – he was excited to test her.

Adrian put up a hand, "So, for the first round – we'll see who makes the first cut."

All the woman stopped – food halfway to their mouths. Their beautiful eyes stared at him.

He took a look at Veronica – her eyes were hard, as she eyed him.

Adrian leaned back, flexing his arms behind his head, "Let's see who can deep throat the best, shall we?"

He looked at the bananas in front of them. His gaze returned to Veronica – her mouth had fallen open, as she looked up at them all with surprise.

The woman all turned their heads to the display of fruit in front of them. Some of their eyes widened – a brief silence hung in the air.

Adrian knew that there were more women than bananas.

All part of the plan.

Suddenly, the women launch for the bananas. Their floor length gowns were thrown aside as they scrambled onto the table towards the fruit. Their claws came out as they landed on their knees, snatching a bright yellow banana. The woman behind them – in the further seats – tried to rip the bananas from their hands. Adrian took in the whole scene – a huge smile pulled at his face.

There was better than I thought.

He noticed Cressida, slowly walk around the table, and she feasted her eyes on one of the woman with the banana in her hand. Immediately, Cressida launched onto her – ripping the banana from her hands with a painful scratch of her sharp talons. The woman yelled in pain.

But the yell was drowned out – because the other woman were also snapping and growling at each other – until the bananas were gone.

About seven or so women, including Cressida, shoved the bananas down their throat. Some of them peeled back to skin – but not Cressida, who had pushed it down with skin and all.

Within moments, the women slurped at the bananas – making moans and batting their eyelashes at him.

He couldn't help but smile wildly.

Adrian stood up – and walked about the room. He let his gaze linger on each of the woman who slurped greedily at the fruit. He couldn't help but feel turned on.

Always at my feet.

Adrian ran his hands through their styled hair. He tugged and pulled at some of them, like he was their master. Like their hair was his reign to pull on it.

With each tug, the woman moan in response.

But for some reason – with all of them slobbering in front of them, his gaze fell on to Veronica.

She was staring at him – biting her lip. Arose blush on her cheeks.

Adrian looked up and down, with his hands crawled into her brunette hair. Veronica gulped.

"Veronica –" his voice came a husky, "See that the women – the one that the fruit – find their way home."

The rest of the woman who had sat there blinking and empty-handed looked at Adrian. Immediately, some of them cried out and begged for another chance.

But, Adrian held up his hand, "I need an assertive woman, ladies – I'm sure you understand... Veronica?"

His eyes Pearson to her – he could tell his test was working. Although she was holding herself still, he could see her tense body – she was squirming.

But, she nodded once, "Of course sir –" Veronica turned on her heel and walked out.

Megan barked orders for him, "Ladies – enjoy your dinner – as for the rest of you, get your things packed up."

Adrian let go of the woman in front of him – and he walked back coolly to his seat. He dove into his meal – his hunger deep within.

As some of the woman left – he felt a small pang of worry – his entire focus had been on Veronica – should he have let go of so many women so soon?

But, the remaining voices flutter around him.

His eyes met with the woman near him, one of them was Cressida.

She smiled at him sweetly – he still had time.