“Okay, hear me out.”

I had a bad feeling about this. Blake Security had their eye on Sebastian who was at his apartment with Lucas. They had the exits covered, and we had our cameras, so Ariel and I had a rare night off. Or in this case, Dancing with the Stars on television and strategizing. The problem was I had a feeling she was about to say something crazy. Like, extra crazy.

And to be honest, I was already dealing with the crazy inside. Ever since coming face-to-face with His Royal Hotness, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my head. He was that kind of deliciously tall that made me feel petite. And at five feet seven inches, I was tall for a girl. Obviously I knew the prince’s stats.

Height: Six feet three inches

Weight: Freaking ripped … That was accurate right?

Hair: Dark brown … Also, incredibly glossy. I wonder what shampoo he used.

Eyes: Blue green … And completely mesmerizing.

I swallowed hard and dragged my attention back to my bestie.

“Look, I can see your face now, but you need to hear me out.” Whenever Ariel got excited, she jumped up and talked animatedly with her hands, gesticulating to punctuate every point. “Okay look, you have a job to do that was given to you by King Cassius himself, and so far you’re doing fine. Passable. Fine.”

“You said fine already.”

“Yes, I did. But listen, we know Sebastian—pardon me, the crown prince. We know him. We know how to exploit him. We know his history, his past. And it is safe to say the past can inform the present or the future, right?”

I knew where this was going. “Yes, but—”

She held up her hand. “Just listen. We discussed this, and I know you have your qualms with everything going on with Robert. But you have a mission given to you by the king. This is a royal edict. And we cannot bail because, according to the king, he is in danger. And we’ve already seen some evidence of this, like the fight in the alley with those guys. So at the very least, even if someone isn’t actively trying to kill him, he is at least putting himself in dangerous situations. So it’s in his best interest to at least be at home where he’ll be someone else’s problem.”

“I don’t want him to be someone else’s problem. I want to do my job well. That is the ultimate goal.”

“Yes it is. The ultimate goal is to protect him and to get him home where King Cassius wants him, correct?”

I nodded.

“Okay, then. I’m not suggesting you have to sleep with him.” She rolled her eyes. “But I do think it’s time to give the suggestion that he could look at you as more than the friendly neighbor a chance.”

“Ariel, you never use this many words to explain anything. You’re more of a blunt instrument. So stop talking around it and tell me what you think I should do.”

“Well, I think you need to start flirting with him. I think you need to put the pressure on him to see you as a woman. Make him a little more uncomfortable; make him interested. No one’s saying how far you have to carry that out, but it would make your job a hell of a lot easier. Because this whole good neighbor routine isn’t getting you where you need to be, which is in his apartment, planting bugs.”

“It's been two days. We just met. You need to give me time. Besides, we can plant bugs without me flirting with him. All we need is time when he’s away from the apartment.”

“The key element here is time. Something we have very little of. With our watch schedule and you not being quite close enough to him yet to guarantee that he’ll be out long enough for me to plant bugs, it’s risky. You need to get closer to him, and you need to do it quickly because we will run out of time. King Cassius wants Sebastian home in a matter of weeks. We can't play the slow game. We don’t have time to screw about where you’re his neighbor who gives him some casseroles and fresh baked cookies or whatever. You need to get close to him—and quickly. You want him to want you close, where you can protect him better. I’m saying flirt. Not screw. You can do that, can't you?”

I sighed as I pondered this. Sebastian was notorious. Many women far and wide had lost their panties in pursuit of the crown prince. Could I hold on to mine? Could I keep the job and my personal feelings separate? I hated it, but Ariel had a point. I did need to get closer to him, and he was keeping me at arm’s length, which meant I had to rely on Blake Security more than I was comfortable with. And as good as they were, he knew them, so they couldn’t get any closer than I could. “Okay, I’ll hear you out. What do you suggest?”

Ariel grinned and clapped her hands, looking every bit a pixie fairy, which I happened to know she was not. This girl was all badass. She was just wrapped in a cute little package. Unfortunately, this package was also diabolical as hell.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be so bad.”

“I wish I could trust you.”

“For starters, we need him to think about you naked. So my first suggestion is that I tamper with your water heater. Then you’re going to go over there and have a shower. Make sure you wear your silk kimono. You know the one that hugs your body. We’ll get you wet first, so it clings to you. He’ll see the outline of your boobs that way.”

My bottom jaw unhinged. “What?”

She shrugged. “Now is not the time to get squeamish. Now is the time to suck it up and throw on your big girl thong. We can do this. You just have to make him see you as a woman. Because even something as innocuous as that will make him start thinking about you naked. He’s a guy. The more he thinks about you, the more he wants to be around you. It’s easy as that. All you have to do is hold him at bay, which, as a woman, you’ve had a lot of practice at. How many guys have we bummed a few drinks off of in our lifetime?”

I started to retort that what she was suggesting was sexist and wrong, but she sort of had a point. “So that’s your big plan? I go over there and get him lusting after me? What if I’m not even his type?”

“Um, let me point out you’re a woman, so you’re his type. It’ll be easy. Besides, while you’re in there, you can plant a bug, hopefully more than one. At least that will give us his movements. So if he says anything about where he’s going and how long he is going to be out, then at least we know the time frame that I have to plant other bugs.”

Unfortunately, that sounded like it might actually work. “Great. What else?”

“We’re also going to have you play a little damsel in distress. You know, bitten by a spider. Ooh, even better, you see a mouse. Scream, have him come running over and ‘save you.’ Guys love that shit.”

I shook my head. “You want me to get on a table and scream because I see a mouse?”

Ariel grinned and nodded. “Exactly.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to regret this.”

She shrugged. “Possibly, but you will get your prince.”

* * *

I leaned over my light box, going over the pictures I’d taken the other day. They were good. A couple of them were great. I loved shooting in the city. For the Winston show, my main focus was love in the city. Some of them included nudes, which of course the old man wouldn’t be thrilled about. But I wanted to show a different kind of love, a love of the city. I’d been trying to get the photos right, but I wasn’t sold on any of these. “I need something fucking perfect,” I muttered to myself.

A knock at the door made me stand and frown. No one ever came to my apartment. I kept a low profile. None of the tenants here knew that I was the owner of the building. I had a property management company that handled all of it. And well, Lucas still hadn’t taken me up on the offer to have another beer together, so he sure as hell didn’t know where I lived. So who the fuck was knocking on my door?

I jogged over and looked through the peephole and sighed. All I saw was a mop of curly hair. Jesus Christ. Hell, I could feel it already. The twitch to be near her. Something about her fucked with my equilibrium. I just needed to keep her at a nice, neighborly arm’s length. I could do that. Easy.

Besides, maybe she had a boyfriend. Not that you care.

There had been a time not so long ago that a boyfriend wouldn’t have been an issue. But then, that’s not the kind of woman you want, is it?

I sighed and tugged the door open and across the threshold stood Len. Her hair, a mass of wild curls, was pulled up on top of her head in some kind of messy knot situation. And fuck me, she was wearing a very thin kimono robe. One cursory glance told me I could nearly see her nipples through the fabric.

With more effort than I was used to, I forced my eyes to meet hers. Instead of something intelligent coming out of my mouth, I said, “Why are you wet?”

Cue Len’s runaway mouth. “Oh my God. I was taking a shower, and I think the water heater just broke or something because the water went instantly cold. And I need to wash my hair. I can’t wash my hair in cold water. It’s freezing, like ice. Touch me.”

She reached out her hand, and I jerked back. Pussy. Touching her when she was wet was not a fucking good idea. I wanted to. No. Don’t do it. You cannot withstand that temptation. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s wet and—My gaze slipped to her breasts again. She was certainly more than a handful. And I had big hands. I dragged my gaze back up to her eyes, but she was still talking about needing to deep condition too, holding her shower caddy in one hand while the V of her robe slid more and more open as she waved wildly with the other.

I needed to get my shit together. “Len, stop.”

She snapped her mouth shut.

“You need to use my shower?”

She nodded. “Oh my God, yes. Please … it won’t happen again. I already called the property manager. They said they’d have someone come to look at it tonight, but I have to meet a new model and my hair takes forever to dry. I don’t even have a blow dryer yet. Or I think I do. It’s just, the boxes I have aren’t unpacked, and you know how it is—”

I held up a hand. “You said you were freezing. You should probably get in the shower.”

She grinned. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She shuffled past me, and I closed the door behind her. I forced myself to take three deep, fortifying breaths before I turned around. The problem was the view from the back was just as tempting. The kimono clung to her ass, accentuating her hips, and I just really wanted to know what she felt like.

Nope, no you don’t. You are not curious about it at all. You don’t need that in your life. This one was a handful. Yeah, I’ll bet she’s a handful.

That line of thinking was not helping me. “The shower is right through there down the hall.”

She put her shower caddy on the counter and turned to face me. “Oh my God. Thank you so much. You know what? I think I owe you dinner or something. Let me repay you, okay? With more than a dodgy burrito.”

“No, it’s not necessary. It’s just a shower.”

“It’s totally necessary.”

Then she surprised me by jogging right up to me, and Jesus Christ, it made her tits bounce. I was a pervert, a total letch. I was going to hell. And you know what? I wouldn’t feel bad about it. That’s what made it even worse.

When she wrapped her arms around my neck, I thought I was going to explode right there. It was an instant shot of lust in my veins. Her body was soft and pliable. To make it all worse, she was wet and smelled like some kind of lime and mint and coconut. I wanted to nuzzle in and sniff her.

Danger. Do not sniff her. Gently, I reached behind me and unwound her arms then took a deliberate step back. “Not a problem. There’s no need for payback. Just go take your shower.”

She grinned and then jogged back to her caddy. “I wish I could say this was going to be quick. Hopefully you don’t need your shower any time soon, because when I wash my hair, it takes a while. I have a lot of hair.” And then she grabbed her caddy and disappeared into the bathroom. The knot curled on her head merrily bounced as she went.

You will not think about her naked in your shower. You will not think about her naked in your shower. You will not—

My phone rang, and I scrubbed a hand on my face. You need to get a grip. One girl—one girl—and I was close to losing my shit. If everyone back home could see me now … Hell, if anyone from the tabloids could see me now … Rumors of my Casanova tendencies had been rampant for years. No one would believe that I was trying my damn best not to touch a girl. What the hell was wrong with me?

I saw who was calling and grabbed my phone from the counter. Lucas.

I took a deep breath before answering. “Lucas, hey man.”

“Hey. Got plans tonight?”

I slid my glance to the bathroom. I couldn’t be locked in the apartment with her all night, thinking about her naked. “Nope, just tell me where to go and I’ll be there.” Everything was going according to plan. Never mind the naked girl in my shower.