Dirty Princes (Hot Candy 3)

“Simone? The shy, I’m-up-for-anything pink cloud?”

What’s her point? “Simone, yes.”

“And…” Candy swallows, her eyes huge. “What does she say? Is it worth it?”

“Ah. Giving it some thought, are we?” I wink at

Candy in the mirror as I wash the last of the mascara from my cheeks. “Think your boys might like that?”

Again that deep crimson blush that screams YES.

“Anyway, I thought it sounded cool. She said it really hurt, though, so I’m not sure.”

I cup my wet boobs protectively.

Candy shakes her head. She seems to be doing that an awful lot lately. Who knows why. “Are you coming home with me, then?”

“Not sure.” I pull off my top and pull on my hoodie. “I’d rather go wash this stuff off properly. It’s gotten in my hair.”

“Riddick might be there,” Candy says casually, and I spin around to look at her.

“Really?”

She snickers. “Nah, I don’t think so, but you should see your face. You like that boy, admit it.”

“He’s good-looking,” I admit grudgingly.

“He seems like a nice guy. Jet says so.”

Yeah, but nobody seems to get it. He’s not Ryan, and although his name also starts with an R, that’s where the similarities stop.

“You sure you don’t want to come over?”

“Not today.” I make a quick mental To-Do list for tomorrow. “I have a few things to take care of.”

My crown is broken, and my favorite princess dress needs repair.

It may still be Monday, but the end of the week is right around the corner, and I’ll need to be a proper princess by then, or else.

Chapter Five

Hot Balls

Riddick

“Riddick! If I knew you’d come, I’d have told Brylee,” Candy says, making a sad face.

“What makes you think she’d care?” I’m basically wondering out loud, but Candy cuts me off before I say more.

“She likes you. A lot. I can tell.”

I shrug. “She wants this Ryan guy.”

“She thinks she does. She has this fairytale planned out in her head, with a prince and castle and a carriage drawn by white horses.”

My brows lift. “Really?”

“Well…Maybe minus the carriage. I don’t know.”