Ivory Kisses

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Chapter 2. Uh Oh...

I stood there with my jaw on the ground, unable to figure out what the fuck I should say.

A prince. A real life prince in front of me, and it suddenly made sense. The way he dressed and talked. How clear it was he came from money---and a lot of it. There was a slight accent he had, but I couldn’t quite recognize where it was from.

“I’m sorry. Did you say prince?”

His lips curved up, and Prince Alexios cleared his throat. “Yes. People address me as Your Royal Highness, but for you, I’ll allow you to call me by name.”

“You mean Alexios?” My brows arch slightly, still surprised by the abrupt turn of events.

“Uh-huh.”

I suddenly felt obliged to offer him one of the ready canapés which I had denied him when he first went up to me, “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” he winked before graciously stuffing his mouth. “That’s so good.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “So, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re a prince. What are you doing at this Wedding?”

Alexios drew his brows together. “Are you saying Princes can’t be invited to extravagant weddings?”

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered. “I didn’t mean in that way.”

He laughed, wiping the corners of his mouth from the Satay sauce. “It’s fine. I’m here for the bride. Few people know who I am, and I like to keep it that way. It saves me from being treated differently.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

He lifted the canapé box and smirked, “Selfish reasons.”

Alexios struck me as the type of guy who always got what he wanted and hated it when people told him no.

“Right, so you told me only to snag one of my Chicken Satay dishes?”

“It was well worth telling you, to be honest. This is almost the best thing I’ve had in my mouth.”

I swallowed hard, in a trice wondering what else he’s had between those gorgeous lips of his. My eyes were drawn to them, and they lingered longer than one’s gaze should.

“Sorry,” I apologized, glancing back at the canapés in front of me, “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, are you like betrothed or something?”

My question caught us both off guard. The fuck am I thinking?

“Betrothed? Did I walk into a 19th Century wedding or what?” he laughed. “I think you’re asking me if I’m engaged, right?”

“Yeah. That.”

Alexios licked his lips. “No. I’m not engaged to be married.” His eyes focused on my curves beneath the white material of my work shirt, and even though it was a chilly night, my cheeks could have burned this place to the ground.

“Oh. Do you have a lady friend?”

The fuck is wrong with you, woman?

My question elicited a laugh from Alexios. “Are you serious?”

“I figured since you liked the 19th century terms of endearment.”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” He put emphasis on the last word. “I am completely, and utterly single, and alone.”

“Are you courting anyone?”

“I’m trying to right now, actually, but you’re making it extremely difficult for me.”

“And here I thought you were just using me for my breasts---I mean. Chicken breasts that is.”

“I’m a thigh guy, myself. Not fond of ass, unless it’s in nuggets.” He grinned mischievously.

The fuck is he on about?

“I’m sorry---WHAT?”

“I’m kidding,” he winked. “I love ass.”

He was adorable, and cheeky, and I had no idea why the fuck he was standing there talking to me. I quickly changed the subject.

“So, what’s it like in your country?”

“It’s beautiful,” he stretched the word. “This place reminds me of it. Winter is spectacular with lots of snow. My family and I usually go snowboarding when we get a chance.”

“I’ve never been snowboarding, but that sounds amazing.”

Alexios pulled out his cell from the inside of his jacket. “Here. This is where I live.”

I glanced down at his unlocked phone and my breath hitched the moment I saw the magnificent castle adorned in snow, “Wow. That’s beautiful.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A voice interjected. “Are you seriously pulling that shit again just to get food?” My attention shifted to the guy smiling at Alexios, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking idiot!”

“What’s he talking about?” I asked Alexios, looking between the two men.

Alexios shrugged his shoulders. “Not sorry,” he smirked. “The breasts were worth the lies, though.”

Wait a fucking second!

“You’re messing with me right now, aren’t you?”

“Guilty.” He sported a cheeky smile that didn’t seem nearly as adorable as it did a while ago.

“So, you’re not Prince Alexios from Iceskopia?”

“Ha!” the other guy laughed. “Iceskopia. Not bad. Better than the other name you’ve used, Prince Abubu.”

“Abubu? Like from Aladdin? Seriously?”

“Funny thing was, she fell for it too, but her breasts weren’t as good as yours.”

My eyes rolled as I let out a huff. “I need to get back to work.”

I wasn’t angry that Alexios wasn’t a prince. I was only furious that he lied about it.

“I’ll catch up with you later, your highness.” His friend walked away, and I shifted my focus on my canapés.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I was just messing around for a bit of fun.”

I snuck a glance back at him. “I hate liars, Alexios. Or is that even your actual name?”

He stretched his lips. “My real name’s Nick. I’m here for the bride. She’s my stepsister.”

My body swiveled, and his truthful eyes found mine. “Anything else you wanna confess?”

“I got into a fight in the third grade. I’m a huge football fan. I burn easily in Summer, and truth be told, I hate weddings.” He graced me with that dimpled, boyish grin that almost made my anger falter.

“Anything else?”

His lips curved up. “I am not betrothed to be married, nor do I have a mistress or sweetheart, or lady friend, but I’m really eager to try some more of your breasts.”

There was something about the way he looked at me, which settled any doubts I had about Nick.

Before I could respond, Ellen returned with an empty tray. “How are things going on here?”

I turned to my colleague and smiled, “Things are perfect. Prince Alexios here was just introducing himself.”

Ellen tilted her head. “Prince?”

“Oh, yeah. A real prince, obsessed with breasts and ass.” I said, slightly squinting my eyes at him.

Ellen coughed, then turned to Nick, “Has she had anything to drink tonight? She’s not supposed to, you know? It makes her a little crazy,” she said, circling her finger against her temple.

Nick shook his head, “No, not that I’ve noticed, and I have noticed her quite a bit.”

His words silenced me, causing my cheeks to flush again. “I really need to get back to work.”

“It’s okay,” Ellen spoke. “I can cover you for a bit if you want to talk to the Prince.”

She was clueless sometimes, but I still loved the girl. “Oh, God.” I laughed. “It was a joke, Ellen.”

“Oh.” Ellen leaned in and whispered in my ear. “The offer still stands. He can’t take his eyes off you.”

“How about I come by later?” Nick said, pulling me from my private chat with Ellen. “Maybe we can hang out a little?”

An involuntary smile spread on my lips. “Sure, as long as you promise to stop bullshitting me.”

“I promise.” He said, crossing his hand against his heart.

I nodded with a smile and Nick said goodbye before walking away, leaving me and Ellen alone.

“Wow, he is cute.”

I blushed, “Yes, he is, but there’s no way he’d ever be interested in me.”

“The dude stood here and spoke to you for almost twenty minutes. Trust me, he’s interested.”

“You were watching us?”

She shrugged, “Figured, you’d want the space. Had to come back because people were starved for more food.”

“Thanks. I needed to get back to it, anyway.”

“Have you seen the bride and groom yet? I don’t think they’ve arrived.”

I shook my head. “No, but I can’t wait to see what her dress is like, considering the venue they chose. Clearly, they have great taste.”

“So, are you going to talk to Nick later?”

I shrugged, “Don’t think I can be seen talking to the guests privately, Ellen. No matter how much I want to.”

And the truth was, I wanted to.

I was pulled from my conversation when I heard a man grumbling beneath his breath.

“Where the fuck is this caterer, and why the hell aren’t these dishes gluten-free?”

There was something familiar about his voice, but it wasn’t until I turned around that I realized why. I could tell from his eyes, he was as furious as me, though clearly for different reasons.

Standing in front of me was Evan. The guy I had slept with only a few months earlier, and it suddenly hit me why he never called me back.

Evan was the groom.

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