Twisted Games: A Forbidden Royal Bodyguard Romance

“Five days in paradise,” I drawled. “Swimming, sunbathing, fucking—”
“Rhys.”
“What, you don’t like the itinerary?”
“Lower your voice,” she hissed, her face the color of the tomatoes on her plate. “People will hear.”
“No one’s listening.”

Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.”

“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife.

“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”

“Jules.”

“I’ve never fucked a queen before.”

Too much was changing too fast. Some of it was good, some of it was nerve-wracking. Either way, I could barely keep up.

“I’m just a ‘pretty face.’”

“First of all, Ava and I will be friends forever. Second of all, bring it on, Volkov.”

“I was expecting your call.”

“Think like a queen. And remember, the best rulers are those who can wield both the carrot and the stick in equal measure.”

“And by royal decree, I order you to stop blaming yourself.”

And careful with the suit. I just got it custom made.”