"Fair enough," I agreed. It was a part of what made my life a hell of a ride. One minute I'm bored to tears, the next I'm flying off my bike and being... hunted my hit men in the the early morning. Half hour later I'm walking into a fast food restaurant cover in blood only part of which is mine.Seven days later I'm being asked to manage my best friends pub. Then a week from now I will be all healed up and bored shitless again. God life was grand.The weekend went by without indecent. The things. “My lady, it is a pleasure to see you this evening. You are absolutely stunning.”“Thank you, Sir.”Charles walked up and said, “Jar, Roger is right. You are stunning.”I smiled. “Thank you, Suh. Ih’m just a simple Southern girl.” I laid a thick Southern accent on. I grinned wider.His grin was wide. “I think you just might be the belle of the ball if we were dancing.”The Prince said, “I am honored to escort her, particularly tonight.”I nodded. He held his arm out properly and I put my hand on his. I suspected it was a mud room. Even this far from the coast, New Jersey weather could get quite nasty. In colonial times, a place to shake off the snow and remove the boots was essential. I saw it as the barroom.On the other side of the foyer was the Parlor. This room had french doors and several windows. I suspected the real name was Smoking Parlor. There was a massive leather sofa, which probably could not be removed without unframing windows. Amazingly, the leather was intact. Outside the. Imanna looked around for help from the other people crowded against them, but they all had their backs to her. No one would know a thing! She felt his hardness growing against her. Her forbidden arousal conflicted her. Her body wanted him.His other hand massaged her hip, then crept under her waistband, feeling her abdomen under his hand. One finger pushed through the coarse hair and slipped between her labial folds to stroke her.A soft moan escaped her lips as her legs parted slightly to allow.