Natalie Vs. Prince

I'm standing near the large glass doors, squinting at the sky as the figure of the man draws closer and closer …

This is the strangest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

People are frozen. They’re pointing, but most are fleeing.

I mean, some guy starts coming out of the sky, you’re first thought is to get the hell out of there

.

Wait, I should be running too.

I mean, the guy is headed straight for the lobby.

And then the startling realization hits me … that guy swooping down… it's Connor D'Avington.

What the fuck is he doing?

Within a minute I watch as he crashes through the glass. My knee-jerk reaction is to squint my eyes shut. I don't want to watch him get hurt. I hear people scream and scramble out of the way. I can even hear a young child crying off in the distance. Then Connor bursts through a pane of glass, tumbles into the lobby in a spectacular summersault, and jumps to his feet within a mere 10 feet from me.

I’m cringing, shielding myself from any flying shards.

Please don’t let today be the day I die. I’m too young!

Eventually, I open my eyes to see the man get up and remove his helmet. He sees me and smiles.

Of course he would. I’m the only one fool enough to still be standing in the lobby. Never late for a meeting, right?

"You must be Natalie," he smiles, walking over to me with an outstretched hand. "I'm Connor D'Avington, Prince of St. Albans."

The first thing I notice is that he’s even more handsome in real life than he is on the Internet. His blonde hair is windswept from the fall, no doubt, and his eyes are the color of a clear summer sky.

But I shake those thoughts from my head. I have a job to do. I have a zero margin for error, and here he is, crashing through the UN. Security will be here any minute to see what this mess and racket is about, and I'm sure at least half a dozen people probably recorded the whole thing on their phones and uploaded it to Facebook … or YouTube.

Hell, it's probably already going viral.

"I know who you are," I say, not amused. "You're a loser, and you're late."

"Lighten the fuck up, love," he smiles. "I'm guessing that was the most spectacular introduction you've ever seen in your life, was it not?"

"If you mean spectacularly horrific, then yes, it was. That window isn't going to fix itself, and you nearly gave a room full of people a heart attack."

"I suggest we postpone this meeting until tomorrow. I think I've had enough excitement for one day."

"Grab a drink with me, love," he smiles, dismissing my attempt to re-schedule the meeting.

If I'm honest, his smile alone turns me on. I wonder what it would feel like being held in his strong arms. I try to snap my thoughts to the present. I've never been under someone's spell like I am right now. This is new territory for me.

I have to keep it together. This is business.

"Is this a game to you? We aren't getting a drink together. I'll be at your office first thing in the morning."

"That won't work at all," he says, shaking his head. "I rarely ever go there."

"Then I'll meet you at your place."

"That's more like it," he replies with a smile.

Great. I gave him exactly what he wanted.