The Royal Contract

He was not expecting that. "Ok. We can also do that." Of course, Adam was on board with it. He was ok with anything that would extend this day.

Was he taking advantage of her? He might be, but was that so bad? For the first time, he wished to fight for everything he got to make this work.

He would do all he could to put all the advantages in his favor. He would fight every minute until he could convince this girl they should be together.

"Great!" Her lips curved into a sweet smile as she looked at him before she turned to stare at the view outside her window.

Seeing her face glow under the dim light had convinced him that this was not a mistake. The last thing he wished to do was force himself on her.

A few minutes more, he guided her toward the elevator, taking every caution not to draw attention to them.

"After you." He ushered her inside the elevator, thankful that nobody else was there.

"Thanks." She walked passed him and stood beside him until the doors closed.

He believed it was the longest elevator ride he had ever experienced as both stayed quiet, staring at their reflections on the metallic doors.

The silence was deafening, believing he could hear their heartbeat bouncing on the walls. But, of course, that could be his pulse as his heart beat faster than usual.

Was he excited as adrenaline rushed to his veins? He doubted. But he believed it was more like terrified if he suddenly made a wrong move.

Damn!

He could not make a stupid mistake. Not today when everything seemed to be hanging in the balance.

"This is my room..." He pointed when they stopped in the middle of the hallway. "which you already knew." He corrected himself, remembering that they had just spent the night together.

Why was he always nervous around her? Maybe because the thought that she would suddenly run away hung over his head. He was afraid to scare her off, leaving him alone again.

"Yep, I was just here this morning." She acknowledged, slightly chuckling at his blunder. "Anyway, aren't you going to open the door?" She asked as they remained standing on the other side of the room.

"Yep. Of course." Hurriedly, he pulled the keycard from his pocket and inserted it in the slit.

Soon, he was leading her inside the dimly lit room. But instead of opening the lights, he chose to keep them in the dark, liking the ambiance it presented.

"The bathroom is over there. Why don't you go first? While I order us some food." He suggested, staring down at the woman standing before him with her back facing him, dropping their things on the floor.

"Oh, ok." She responded in a breathy tone. Then, she strode slowly to the other door inside his room. He could only watch in adoration at the woman who disappeared behind the door.

He marched over to the other side of the room, ready to call the reception downstairs to order their food. He did promise dinner.

But the phone hung in his hands, unattended, when she suddenly stood by the door, only wearing a loosely tied robe around her body.

"I am not hungry yet. But I think you should not stay in those wet clothes. I don't want you getting a cold." She spoke so softly that he was unsure if angels were singing inside his head.

"Besides, I think there is room for both of us." She gestured by nodding her head in the direction of the bathroom.

He was not dunce not to get her meaning as he finally hung the phone down in its cradle. "Of course! I don't want to catch a cold." He stated, appearing to be in a trance.

He guessed he was under her spell as he lost all his control and inhibitions. "And I also don't want you to get sick." He eventually moved toward her, like a predator, slowly luring his prey.

But this time, he was the prey as he subjected himself to her control. He was not taking advantage of her. On the contrary, he was allowing her to take advantage of him.

He would allow her to use him until she gained more confidence in her power. He wanted her to learn to trust him until she could build her courage again.

"Then..." But his lips swallowed the rest of the words as they automatically connected as soon as their bodies touched.

He grabbed her by the waist while she held on to him through his shoulders as he swept her off her feet. He pushed her inside the bathroom, placing her ass on the marbled surface of the counter.

He guessed he had finally lost control of his pent-up desires that he had suppressed the entire time they were together.

But he was not alone, feeling an equal reaction from her, if not more. She seemed as lost as him in the throes of their passion that she was ready to throw caution in the wind.

"You are so beautiful." He thought it came from his lips since he had been thinking about her all day. But he realized it was her voice he heard.

"Not as beautiful as you." He finally responded, taking all she was willing to give him and giving more. "Wait." He finally pulled away from her, but he never went far.

He slowly pulled his shirt off and dragged his shorts down, pulling his remaining clothes off his body.

Then, he watched her loosen the tie and let the robe slip off her shoulders. Just looking at her naked body was enough to set his body on fire.

"You are so goddamn beautiful." He knew he had seen her body before. But he guessed he could never get enough of it. But that was not all.

He had deep feelings for her. He knew that now. His emotion was not just infatuation, a silly crush, or a crazy obsession.

What he felt for her was more meaningful than obligation as his client, pity for her situation, sympathy for what she had gone through, or friendship.

It was love, pure unadulterated love.