16. Prince Cole
Chapter 16
Prince Cole
“Delay is the deadliest form of denial.”
— C. Northcote Parkinson
H er chocolate-brown eyes are locked on mine as if she’s trying to see every part of my soul, and the feeling makes me itch, so I break our stare.
“I’d really like to have a woman around here,” she says, catching me off guard. “It’s a beautiful palace, and someone would appreciate it to be?—”
“Done.”
She frowns. “Really?”
This might just be another thing on the long list of my mistakes. “Yes, done.”
Her unexpected smile is dazzling, threatening to steal the air from my lungs. She smiles in a way that makes me wonder how to get her to do it again.
I’m obviously losing my mind.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I say dryly, shaking my head to clear my mind before spinning on my heel.
Rafe is in my office, grinning as I enter. “ Are you going to assault me again?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure thing.”
“Seek for women who are interested in serving as servants, maids, cooks, or whatever else. Bring them all.”
“Huh?”
“Just do it,” I insist. “Davina wants female company, and I need to make this happen quickly.”
“Alright,” he says, and then shrugs. “I’ll get right on it.”
My thoughts drift back to her smile, and I find myself wondering what it is about her that affects me so deeply. Every argument with her is like foreplay for my brain.
Damn it.
She has me wrapped around her little finger without even trying, and I refuse to believe she isn’t using any magic on me.
Is she deceiving me?
I need her out of my system.