Chapter 10 #2
"Mr. Banks? Are you all right? You seemed lost," her voice finally reached me as she stared at me through the mirror, looking at me intensely.
I cleared my throat, feeling my cock straining in my trousers.
I had never reacted like that before, even with other women.
This just didn't fucking happen. Sure, I got an erection when things began to get heated, but never like this by staring at a beautiful woman.
"You look absolutely ravishing — the epitome of a queen," I said without hesitation. She turned to face me, a blush colouring her cheeks.
"Thank you, Mr. Banks. That is very kind of you, but I will never be the queen. My sister Alexandra will be the one with a crown in a few months," she replied, and it seemed she really loved her sister. "And you don't look too bad yourself in that suit."
I had to wear my best suit for this, and she was right; I polished up well. Of all four of us, Spencer was the pretty one, even if his character lacked certain things. He could always win people over with his looks. I was the uglier version of him, more rugged and sharp around the edges.
"It doesn't matter, you're simply beautiful, Your Highness," I told her, then walked up close to her , invading her personal space.
She didn't move, and for that split second it seemed like she stopped breathing.
I reached out slowly and brushed a lock of hair away from her face, my fingers barely grazing her skin.
I was bloody ready to get on my knees—me, the man that didn't flinch when women spilled their tears—and worship her like she was my God.
The tension grew in leaps and bounds as we stared at each other as the seconds ticked by.
I moved leaning in,slightly because I wanted to bloody kiss her as she parted her lips.The electricity in the air evaporated just as quickly as it had been ignited.
When my mobile buzzed with a text from Dan confirming he was in position downstairs.
The spell shattered instantly. I stepped back, my training reasserting itself as I realised how close I'd come to crossing a line that would destroy everything—my career, my reputation, and possibly her safety. I took my mobile and glanced at the screen.
"Dan is ready downstairs. I believe you don't want to arrive late, Princess," I said, putting some distance between us.
"No, of course not. Besides, I'm ready," she said, her face flushed.
Her arousal was evident, but I was suddenly very glad about that phone call.
In a few weeks, I would be out of her sight, and the thought of my lips locked onto hers, tasting her, our bodies finding solace within each other, could have easily jeopardised this.
Dan was our usual reliable and discreet driver. I didn't want to drive tonight, as this night was special. He was waiting downstairs as arranged, and I was going to sit at the back with the princess. This way, I was more in control if something happened.
I opened the door for her, and she got inside, revealing a lot more of her leg than I wanted to see.
This put me on edge again, because this arousal was slowly going to drive me crazy.
I either had to get laid or leave, but neither of these things would happen anytime soon.
Then I sat next to her in close proximity as she moved herself to the far corner of the car, to make sure our thighs weren't touching each other.
I'd briefed Dan on three different routes to the venue and established check-in protocols.
If anything went wrong, he knew to get Evangeline to the nearest police station whilst I handled the threat.
The drive was short, but I felt bloody suffocated in this silence, having the image of her sitting on my face kept rushing through my mind.
Moments later, Dan stopped the car and gave me another silent nod.
I got out of the car and then buttoned up my suit.
There were a lot of dressed-up people already going inside.
The princess was struggling a little, trying to get out of the car as she attempted to cover the slit, not showing too much skin. I glanced around, making sure that I wasn't seeing anything or anyone suspicious, as this type of event always brought psychos into the mix, then I leaned down and said:
"Just take my hand, Princess."
She obeyed without a word and held my hand as she stepped out of the car. Her touch burned my skin; the ripple effect rushed down to my groin. The contact lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to soften my stone-cold heart.
"Thank you, Mr. Banks," she said with a smile, looking completely unfazed by everything that had happened since the moment I saw her in that dress. "Let's get this party started."
This wasn't just another assignment anymore.
Somewhere between protecting her and wanting her, the lines had blurred beyond recognition.
Tonight, in that bloody gorgeous dress, surrounded by potential threats and political vultures, I'd have to choose between the bodyguard who follows protocol and the man who'd kill anyone who so much as looked at her wrong.
I followed her inside, scanning the crowd for potential threats.
The anonymous caller's words echoed in my mind: 'Royals should watch their backs.
' My feelings for her were complicating everything, clouding my judgement when I needed to be sharp.
Tonight, I had to choose between the man who wanted her and the bodyguard sworn to protect her.
As we entered the glittering ballroom, I caught sight of a figure in the shadows who didn't belong. My hand moved instinctively to my concealed weapon. The proper test was just beginning.