Finding My Prince Charming (Finding My Prince Charming #1)(32)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“You like this one?”

“Yes, it’s so calm and colorful and full of nature. It makes me want to close eyes and find myself in that setting.”

“It is beautiful.” He nodded. “Monet has many paintings of lilies. He seemed to find something in them that was beautiful. Something that made him want to tell their story over and over again.”

“He was so talented.”

“This was painted in his own water garden in 1899. The bridge is Japanese.”

“It’s awesome.” I stared at the painting, but all I could think about was how close he was to me. My fingers were still tingling from where he had grabbed them. Part of me longed to grab his hand and stand there as if we were a couple. I stared at his profile for a couple of seconds and swallowed hard. He had such a perfect Roman nose. And his hair was so soft and silky. I wanted to reach over and run my fingers through his hair and down his face. I wanted to touch him. I shivered as I remembered the first time we’d met and the night we’d spent together. It had seemed surreal. Magical almost. This whole situation was like a movie. I was standing here with a handsome prince. I froze for a moment as I remembered he was also my professor and my boss. And he was also older than me. Not that I cared.

“So what do you think, Lola?” Xavier’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I agree.” I smiled at him hoping that my answer made sense.

“You agree, do you?” He licked his lips and moved in closer to me.

“Uh yes.” My smile fell a little.

“So you’re willing to go into the restroom with me and bend over?”

“Wait, what?” My eyes nearly popped out as my voice rose. I saw the woman from earlier giving me a dirty look as she tried to get her rowdy kids to pay attention to her little speech.

“I said, are you ready to …” Xavier whispered in my ear and I pulled away from him quickly.

“Pervert,” I hissed at him and walked to the other side of the room, my face flushed and red. I could hear Xavier laughing behind me and I closed my eyes for a brief second. I knew that I was going to have to keep my distance from him. Even though I didn’t want to, I was starting to fall for Xavier. He had a way of making me feel special. But I knew I couldn’t allow myself to fall under his spell. He might be a prince, but he was definitely no Prince Charming.

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His View

I froze as I looked out of the window. There was my ex-fiancée standing looking in the window with a sly look on her face. Shit, what was she doing here? I frowned to myself as I saw Viola. Viola de Haviland was the woman my parents had intended me to marry. The woman whose heart I had broken. The woman who had made me distrust all relationships.

As soon as she saw me, she walked away, but I knew that she knew that I’d seen her. I stared at Lola and frowned slightly. All of a sudden, a plan came into my mind and I laughed. My plan was perfect. I’d be able to have my fill of Lola and I’d be able to finally get Viola out of my life forever. I just hoped that everything went according to plan or I was going to find myself in more trouble than I was now. Lola wasn’t the perfect woman to carry out my plan, but she was the one I wanted. Now all I needed to do was put the plan into action.

Chapter 9

“We’re going to go to Giverny.” He stopped by my desk and handed me a credit card. “Make the bookings.”

“What bookings?” I took the card in confusion. “Where’s Giverny?”

“France, of course.”

“Why are we going to France?”

“To see Monet’s gardens and make preparations for the class trip.”

“What class trip?” I repeated, feeling very much like a dummy.

“The one we’re going to plan.”

“But I’ve never heard of a class trip before…”

“Lola, are we going to go back and forth all day?” He frowned. “Please just make the booking.”

“Fine.” I frowned annoyed. “So nice of you to ask politely.”

“I was very polite.”

“What exactly so you want me to book?” I sighed and stared at the black American Express card in my hand. Of course he’d have a black American Express card!

“The trains, the hotels, whatever.” He walked to the door.

“When are we going? And who else is going? Is Sebastian going?” I asked hopefully.

“We’re going this weekend and no, Sebastian is not going.” He paused and looked back at me. “It will just be us.”

“Oh, yay.” I said flatly, though I was actually pretty excited inside.

“I have to go out right now.” He looked at his Rolex and then back at me. “Call me if you have any questions.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, annoyed at myself for being disappointed that he was leaving the office.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He laughed and walked back into the room and toward me desk.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do since this morning.” He grinned and then leaned down to kiss me. His lips were warm and firm against mine and I parted my lips waiting to feel his tongue inside my mouth. His eyes laughed into my disappointed ones as he pulled away from me. “Have a good day, my dear.”

“You too,” I mumbled, too stunned to feel annoyed or snap at him. I watched him walk out of the door and listened to his footsteps as he made his way to the front of the house. I released my breath when I heard the front door close behind him and rested my head on the table and groaned.

“Argh.” I moaned as I lay there feeling sorry for myself. I was so confused and I didn’t know what to think. “This is why you don’t sleep with men the same weekend you meet them,” I muttered to myself as I remembered the feel of his lips against mine. If I sniffed gently, I could also smell his cologne. And if I concentrated really hard, I could still feel the warmth of his palms on my skin as he made love to me. I groaned again as I remembered the feel of him. Why wasn’t he as affected as me? I felt like a bumbling idiot around him, yet he continued to act cool, calm and collected. I suppose it helped that he was a handsome, rich prince and he had the world at his disposal. He could get any girl he wanted with his title alone. Add to that his athletic body, handsome face and sparkling green eyes … He wasn’t known as one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe for nothing.

I clicked back on the computer screen and brought up the page I had just been reading before he’d walked by and given me his credit card.