His Easter Bride - Hoppily Ever After

Later, I wait for him in the courtyard of the embassy. His motorcade pulls up and a Marine opens the gate for them. He gets out of the car and walks over to me. He’s wearing a different, fancier suit then he was earlier. This one has a vest. Who would have thought three-piece suits were hot? I can’t stop staring at him. He’s gorgeous. Tall, dark, and delicious. I lick my lips in what I can only describe as anticipation. I want to lick every square inch of his powerful body.

“Hello, Heather,” he says. His slightly English accented voice washes over me. He awakens all of the Jane Austen hero fantasies I have ever had with two little words. It’s different now that it is just the two of us. In the cafe, it was loud, and our siblings were crowded around us, and it didn’t have the same effect that it’s having now. I don’t think anything is ever going to be the same again. Immediately, I fantasize about him whispering, dirty British things in my ear. In my earlier research, I discovered that they are still a colony of Great Britain, but they have their independence.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“You look beautiful,” he tells me, and I blush. “I do miss your hair though.”

“Thank you. Maybe you can see it later,” I say boldly.

“I’d like that, Heather,” he says, reaching out and touching my cheek. I lean into his touch and look up at him.

“I should meet your father,” he says, causing me to frown. Is he just using me to get to my father? Surely not. For all intents and purposes, Omar is a king. What does a king need from an ambassador?

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I say, fiddling with the edge of my black headscarf. “Follow, me.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and I lead him up the steps to the residence entrance. My parents were just sitting down to dinner when I came outside so I hope they aren’t doing something crazy like having sex on the dining room table. Considering they are very much in love and still bang like bunnies every freaking chance they get; I can’t tell you how many times my sisters and I have caught them in the act.

We enter the dining room and thankfully they are just eating. My father stands up.

“Your Highness, I wasn’t aware we had a meeting. It’s only my second day after all,” my dad says chuckling.

“Mister Ambassador, we do not. I am here on a personal matter,” Omar says, extending his hand, which Dad shakes.

“Ah, so you are the fine gentleman taking this daughter out. I have had two other such meetings this evening. Your brother’s, I believe. Please have a seat.”

“Yes, they are. We are just leaving for dinner, but I must inform you I have every intention of marrying your daughter. Soon,” he says causing me to gasp. My mom just giggles. How can they react in such a way? Internally, I am freaking the fuck out. Who just comes right out and says that? Who says something like that before a first date even? The level of confidence he exudes should scare me, but it doesn’t. More so, why shouldn’t he? He’s got the fate of his people squarely on his shoulders. I am beyond intrigued but I don’t know what to do with such an odd statement.

“I figured as much. We’ve heard this same speech three times now. The Shah men certainly know what they want don’t they, Sandy?”

“Very much so,” Mom replies, taking a sip of her wine.

“We’ll be taking our leave now, but I will have her home at a reasonable hour,” he says taking my hand.

“That won’t be necessary, Your Highness. Heather is an adult,” Dad says. I can’t believe he’s being so reasonable and nonchalant about this. What kind of father accepts this kind of thing? Is it just because he’s basically a king? I never thought in a million years when he asked to meet my dad it was for that reason.

“Omar, please but even so,” he replies.

“Very well.”

“Have a nice time you two,” Mom says, winking at me.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks, Mom,” I reply, shell shocked.

Omar leads me back out to his car where we both get in the back seat.

“I’d like nothing more than to take you back to my hotel instead of the evening I have planned,” he says, rubbing his thumb in slow deliberate circles on my knee. I swear my nerves are firing on all cylinders and I have never felt this way before.

Holy shit! How can I say no to that?

Chapter Three

Omar

“I think I’d like that,” she whispers and places her hand over mine on her knee.

“Would you, Heather? Would you like to be mine?”

“Yes,” her voice gets even breathier and it goes straight to my balls.