Chapter 9

• Her gaze clashed with his, and everything she was holding tumbled onto the floor. “C—can I get you a drink? Coffee? It’s just instant nothing fancy—” Her voice was raspy, laced with overtones that suggested coffee was the furthest thing from her mind. Color darkened her cheeks and she dragged her gaze from his, attempting to deny the electric tension that had shifted the room's temperature from freezing to scorching.
• “Nothing.”
• “No. I don’t suppose there’s much here that would interest you.” She tugged at her shirt again. “Sorry—this whole situation is surreal. To be honest, I can’t believe you’re standing here. I mean, you’re a prince and I’m—”