The Royal Entrapment

Everyone has the determination to conquer.

Me, looking over the masses at my feet, I would love to say that my path has finally reached that point. All my dreams and ambitions have led me up to here…So…

Breathe… Breathe Lexi… Just Breathe…

I am about to make the biggest decision, take that step that will change my life.

My best friend, Savanah, is by my side, ready to climb that mountain. From being a model, an actor, or an artist, we have been together taking this ride, and tonight will be no different.

But there is one slight problem.

We have been discovered. There is the deep voice of a man rumbling from behind over our shoulders, “You ladies are not supposed to be in here.”

Our evening of living on the edge has just come to an abrupt end. So I am about to lose sight of my prize. Not that he would ever give me the light of day, for I am surely not the type of girl that he keeps on his arm. However, I was looking forward to the hunt and ultimately conquering that mountain.

So as we are just about to be removed, kicking and screaming, there is a deep husky voice next to me that sends nothing but tingles slowly up my spine. Not able to resist, I only but turn my head an inch to the right…

Lucas Lucero.

The scent of softwood and a hint of spice attacks my senses; in less than a second, my eyes find his soft hazel ones rendering me completely speechless. Carved to absolute perfection, here next to me is my mountain, and god from where I am standing, I would have loved to conquer.

And as he speaks, those supple lips draw me even more towards the danger, “What are you young ladies doing up here, and might I say again?”

Now, who has lost the ability the most between Savanah and me, is yet to establish, so after mumbling like a complete idiot, I find the only three words this absent mind can find at the moment, “You, of course.”

Well, I need to remind myself that I need a swift slap later.

But then, the rumble that comes from his sweet lips as he bursts out in nothing but laughter sets a great unease that makes me clench my thighs. “You are a brave little girl.”

Oh no, he did not just call me that, so I immediately react, “What makes you think I am a girl?” I stare him down for a brief moment, his tight designer jeans, with a black button-up shirt. My, god, this man…he is the perfect sin.

After staring at him for a second far too long, I shake my head, and then I continue, “Are my boobs too small? Maybe my dress is too long? Or wait, it must be the hair?”

“Oh,” he growls as he hisses, “Baby doll, those boobs are mighty fine in those inches of satin that are wrapped around your body.”

“Ah,” I take a lock of hair and twirl it around my finger, “It must be the hair?”