Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“I-I should go?” I whispered.

“I had coffee brought up,” he answered. “Join me.”

He rolled away and I immediately missed the closeness of his body.

I watched in awe as he pulled a pair of lounge pants over his powerful legs and tucked his shaft inside. My clothes had been strung all over the residence. I wasn’t sure I could put them back together.

I bit my lip, not sure how to proceed.

Damon walked to his dresser and grabbed a shirt. “How about this, love?”

He tossed a white T-shirt to me.

I nodded. “Thanks.”

I threaded it over my head and stood. It barely covered the edge of my bottom.

He pressed his lips together, frowning. “Wait here.”

Damon strolled to a door at the other end of the room. He turned on the light and my jaw dropped when I saw the rows of suits. It was a wardrobe as large as my entire apartment.

He returned with a pair of jogging shorts with a drawstring.

“Probably a little big, but maybe you can tighten them.”

I stepped into the pair of black shorts. I noticed an emblem near the hem.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Galona’s Royal Navy crest.”

“Oh.” I pulled the string as tightly as I could and tied them into a secure knot. The shorts hung low on my hips, but at least I wasn’t half naked.

“My favorite running shorts, actually. One of the only things I have from my navy training.”

My eyes widened. “You were in the Royal Navy? I wouldn’t think you’d have to do that.” I followed him through the double doors and out onto a balcony.

He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me.

“Thank you.” It smelled heavenly.

“Why? Do you think because I’m royalty I shouldn’t serve my country in the military?”

From his tone I could tell I may have struck a nerve. “It seems maybe running the country would suffice.” I smiled. I tried to picture him in a full military uniform. Could he possibly get any sexier?

“The House of Sauvage has a strong tradition of military service. My father and all my brothers have served. After I completed university, I was an officer in the Royal Navy for four years. I had to retire earlier than expected when I was crowned king. I left service as a captain.”

“You didn’t know you were going to be king?” I sipped the coffee and I looked across the balcony. The view was incredible. I could see endless miles of ocean, surrounding the city of Freychon. It was beautiful from the top of the palace.

He followed my gaze to a ship leaving the marina. “No. My father’s death wasn’t planned.”

Shit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ignorant of your family’s history. I’m very sorry.”

His eyes floated in my direction. “How long have you been in Galona?” He quickly changed the subject.

“Ten months,” I answered.

“Have you spent all your time in the city, or have you ventured out of Freychon?”