In Bed with the Beast (Naughty Princess Club 2)

“I’m not a—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I cut him off. “You’re not Prince Charming. Just shut up and let me have my fantasy.”

He smiles at me, bringing his mouth back down to mine for a soft, sweet kiss.

After everything he confided in me today, and what he was able to do to me in just a few minutes, I realize there is no way I’m going to be able to see where this thing between us goes without falling madly in love with him.

Chapter 21: What Have You Done?

“You want me to do WHAT with that chair?” I screech, wringing my hands together nervously.

“Make love to it,” Cindy repeats with a roll of her eyes.

She pushes the folding chair she pulled out of her trunk when she got here into the middle of Vincent’s living room, stepping back to point at it.

“I don’t know how to do that,” I whisper, rethinking my idea of inviting Cindy over here tonight to give me some dance tips.

“You’ve had sex before. Granted, it was just one time, but I’m sure you still remember how it worked.”

“He stuck it in, moved it around a little bit, and then he was done!” I shout in frustration, throwing my hands up in the air.

“Good God, that’s how you breed dogs,” Cindy mutters in disgust.

She quickly moves out of the living room and into the kitchen, opening and closing cupboard doors until she finds what she’s looking for in a cabinet above the microwave.

Pulling down a bottle of liquor, she opens up another cupboard and grabs a small glass, walking them both over to me.

She hands me the glass, unscrews the bottle, and fills the glass with a few inches of amber liquid.

“Drink.”

I bring the glass up to my nose and sniff it, grimacing in disgust.

“This smells awful. What is it?”

“It’s top-shelf bourbon. Shut up and drink it. You’re gonna need some liquid courage for this,” she explains, reaching over and pressing her fingers to the bottom of the glass, pushing it up towards my mouth.

I quickly pinch my nose and swallow the contents, choking and gasping as soon as it goes down my throat.

“It’s like fire!” I croak in between coughs as I bend over and try to breathe again.

Cindy pats my back, taking the empty glass out of my hand and pouring more into it.

“Down the hatch, kiddo,” she says, holding it back out to me.

Once I’m able to draw air into my lungs again, I notice a warmth spreading through my stomach that isn’t all unpleasant. I stand back up, plug my nose, and drain the glass, this time with a little less coughing and choking.

Cindy takes the glass from my hand and places it on the coffee table.

“Okay, you should be feeling a little buzzed soon, so that will help. According to what you told me happened the other night at the library, you now have a more recent, and clearly much better, experience to help you with this.”

My eyes glaze over and I stare off into space thinking about that night in the library.

Vincent kissing me. Vincent lifting me up and pushing me against the bookshelf. Vincent’s smell, Vincent’s taste, Vincent’s animalistic growl into my mouth, and the explosion of pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Earth to Belle!”

Cindy snaps her fingers right in front of my face, and I blink my eyes rapidly to bring myself back down to earth.

My phone vibrates over on the counter, but I ignore it, staring worriedly at the chair Cindy is still pointing at.

“I think using this chair as a prop when you dance at Charming’s would be amazing. You could start off looking all sweet and innocent, sitting down, reading a book and then BAM! The sexy librarian emerges and blows their minds!”

I bring my hand up to my mouth and start chewing the edge of my thumbnail.

“You can do this, Belle. I have complete and total faith in you,” Cindy continues. “How did you feel when Beast had you shoved up against that bookshelf, taking you to pleasure town?”

“You can stop calling him Beast, you know. He has a name,” I grumble.

“That remains to be seen. When he stops acting like an animal in my presence, I’ll stop referring to him by his nickname. Now, tell me how you felt,” she orders, crossing her arms in front of her.

My phone vibrates again on the counter, and Cindy glares at me when I look over at it.

“It could be important. Or an emergency.”

“The library is closed, Beast is at work, and Ariel is interviewing roommates at a bar in town. If there is a book or stripper emergency, the police can take care of it. And if Ariel has a roommate emergency, she’ll take care of it herself by slitting someone’s throat. Focus,” Cindy orders me again.