“Wow,” Said Lily.
“It’s just champagne,” Carly told her. “Don’t lose your head and go offer the guy your panties or anything.”
“Champagne and our bar tab? Really?” Mia said. “I have to meet this guy,” She stalked over to the table where the guards were drinking bottled water and watching the entrances conspicuously.
“Fine,” She said, crossing her arms. “Take me to your leader.”
The three bodyguards were standing shoulder to shoulder and slowly, one of them stepped back to admit her. Seated at a table alone was an immaculately dressed, breathtakingly handsome man. Olive skin, close-cropped black hair and meltingly gorgeous dark eyes fringed with long black lashes. An arrogant curl to his mouth greeted her. The sleeves of his golden wheat colored sweater were pushed up to reveal muscular tanned forearms. A crystal glass of what appeared to be Scotch rested untouched on the table before him. He was captivating even before he raised his dark eyes to meet hers.
The Prince looked up from the screen of his phone and regarded her critically. Messy dark hair was escaping in tendrils from its high ponytail. Her plum colored dress was too short and too shiny, but she had curves in all the right spots. Mia shifted her weight from foot to foot, wincing as if her shoes were uncomfortable. Her face was pretty, all warm curves from the perfect arch of her eyebrows to her high cheekbones to her chin, just narrow enough to make her face heart-shaped instead of a classic oval.
She looked delectable, Tamir thought. Delectable and annoyed. Her obvious irritation amused him, but he thought to himself that even her street-smart bravado would be preferable to the fawning masses of eager would-be wives who harassed him whenever he appeared in public.
“Mr. Malouf,” She began.
“You may address him as Prince Malouf or ‘my prince’,” One of the guards advised hastily.
“You’ll have to excuse my American resistance to this ‘my prince’ business. I’ll go with ‘sir.’ Is that sufficient honorific?” She asked cheekily.
Tamir smiled. He was going to have a lot of fun with this feisty American beauty, he thought.