CHAPTER 11
Faith
The day literally flies by.
I spend the entire time with Alistair who introduces me to a whole new world.
We turn on the TV and watch as cameras are live from outside my apartment. They’re waiting for me to arrive home or to come out. Some think I may already be back at home and some are expecting me to arrive in a helicopter.
They’re interviewing my neighbors about me. Luckily they’re not saying much, mostly because I just spend time with my dogs. No one there really knows me that well.
They manage to track down my parents, but they’re not talking either. I gave them a call earlier in the day and they were floored. My mom wished me good luck. I think she’s wishing something might happen between Prince Alistair and I. I know I am too.
He also presented me with a new car. It’s a Mercedes registered offshore. I always thought the rich just used those offshore things to avoid taxes, but I see now that they can provide good privacy benefits. Excellent in fact. It’s my car, but technically I don’t own it. Some company in the Cayman Islands owns it and I own a company in South Dakota that owns that company. Apparently you don’t have to provide much, if any information to own companies in some U.S. States. This is all way over my head though. All I really know is that I’ll be much harder to track down going forward. I’m a private person anyways, so I like the sound of that.
And I’ve even been given my own room here in the palace, at least for a few days. I tried to say it wasn’t necessary, but Prince Alistair insisted. At some point logic kicked in and I accepted. How could I turn down a once in a lifetime opportunity to spend the night in the palace? Exactly…I couldn’t.
We’ve just finished dinner and I go upstairs to freshen up. I’ve been invited for tea or coffee downstairs in the den at nine p.m. sharp. It’s so nice to have plans like this. They may only last a few days, but it’s enjoyable nonetheless.
I never really had a boyfriend and the attempts I had at dates were usually just that…attempts. At least from the guy’s side of things.
I’d spend tons of time getting ready and prepared while he suggested he’d be there to pick me up “around eight” and of course would show up late with something that looked like he pulled out of a hamper. The date was often a movie or some sporting event. Just things that he was interested in, of course.
No guy ever really took the time to schedule a proper date with me and then shower me with manners, care, and attention. And certainly not someone of Alistair’s standing.
But I was trying to temper my enthusiasm. This would all be over soon. As much as I wanted to tell him I just didn’t think it was the right time now. He’d gone out of his way to do all this for me and here I was going to come into his home and basically give him unsolicited advice? Who in the world do I think I am? That’s the problem right there. I’m not thinking.
I step out of the amazing shower in my room and walk over to the bed. I hadn’t even noticed the box sitting there. It has a tag with my name on it.
I carefully unwrap and open it and pull away the tissue paper.
Is this what I think it is?
I lift it from the box and take in the sight of it.
There’s a small note attached to it.
“Sorry the tailor didn’t have time to properly measure you. This was his best guess.”
Wow!
It’s black and elegant and looks like it should fit about right.
I walk over to the drawer and find undergarments for women. There are elegant bras and panties from brands like Agent Provocateur, Gucci, Fendi, and just about every other Italian fashion house.
I don’t know anything about this world, but I don’t have to. Just running your fingers along the material of this dress you can literally feel the quality.
I look back inside the panty drawer and then a mischievous smile creeps up over my face.
Might as well try it on first.
I slide into the dress and it fits like a glove. A perfect glove in fact. If I wear panties I’ll surely have a line.
Has anyone ever had after dinner tea with the Prince and not worn undergarments?
I’m not about to pull a Basic Instinct, but I am feeling a little frisky and adventurous.
I want to look as good as I can. This is my one chance to impress him and I might as well go all out. Plus what a memory to carry with me the rest of my life.
I just hope I’m able to control myself down there, because I know I’m going to get beyond turned on in his presence.
You only live once right?
I open the door and realize I don’t have shoes on!
What was I thinking?
But as soon as the door opens I see a trolley with a box on top.
The note on top says, “These Should Match.”
I open the second gift just as eagerly as the first.
Sure enough…a pair of incredible black heels.
I’m so excited I slide my feet into them right there in the hallway.
I never wear heels so this is going to be an adventure.
At least I’ll look fit for a Prince no matter what happens!