Chapter 7 Not So Prince Charming

• Daniel
• My little American stands there, her bright blue eyes wide and her plump lips slightly parted. I can't even begin to tell you what I want to do with those lips. She's absolutely dumbfounded, as I expected her to be. When she says nothing, I point down at the contract. "Its all lined up here," I pull a pen out of my pocket and offer it to her. "All you have to do is sign."
• Her eyes narrow. "I'm not signing anything."
• I can't help but smirk. Oh, she will sign it. She will become my fake wife and we will have so much fun. "You will sign it. Because you have no other choice."
• She crosses her arms over her chest and stares me down. Feisty, I like it. "You're an asshole." She seethes.
• Ah, another infraction to add to my already growing list.
• Not knocking on my door.
• Disobeying my order to stay outside my door while I changed.
• And now, calling me an asshole.
• This is going to be fun.
• I pause in a moment of mock thought. "Perhaps, but I do know one thing." I lean in closer and I hear her breath catch in her throat as I close the gap between us. She's responsive. I like it. I don't give her time for a quick retort. I need to solidify this. "You will sign this contract, become my wife, and give me an heir."
• She raises a brow and leans closer, her pink lips inches away from my own. Fuck. She's tempting me. "Or what?" She speaks in a seductive whisper.
• You little minx.
• I smile darkly. "Or you'll lose more than your job. I'll have you deported and your friend fired." Might as well lay everything down.
• Her face twists into one of anger and for a moment, I think she’s going to reach across the counter and slap me. Her eyes are more than expressive and I can read her like an open book. My little American is angry. She's weighing her options. I knew she wouldn't care about her job, she's already proven me right, but her friend? She could never forgive herself if her friend lost her job because of her and we both know it. "So, what'll it be, princess?" I wiggle the pen in my fingers and offer it to her again, a triumphant grin on my face. I have won.
• And she knows it.
• She snatches it from my hand. "Fine, But I have conditions."
• I nod. "Go, on."
• "I've seen the tabloids, I know of your reputation. During this marriage, you will not make a fool of me. There will be no infidelity, especially if you're going to be fucking me without a condom."
• I grin. That doesn't seem like a problem. I doubt I'll tire of her before the year's up anyway. "Done."
• "I want my own room."
• I shake my head. "No. Maids are nosy, as you are aware of. We must sleep in the same bed."
• She wrinkles up her nose and I laugh. "Trust me, I'm not looking forward to it either. I don't let women sleep in my own bed. Is that a deal breaker?" I ask, knowing she has no choice but to sign my contract.
• "No," Annie says through gritted teeth. "At the end of this arrangement, I don't want you to drag my name through the mud."
• "Done." I would never do that anyway. Besides, the media will automatically blame me anyways, I know they'll fall in love with her. "Anything else?"
• "You're an ass."
• "I'm well aware." I place my hand on the contract. "Ready to become my wife?" Among other things.
• She scowls and briefly flips through the multiple page contract before signing her name on the dotted line.
• Annalise Fern Shaw. In pretty cursive letters.
• She doesn't even bother to read it, and that pleases me. She'll have no idea what was coming next then and that excites me more than anything else. I'm about to get what I want and there's no sweeter victory. I grab the contract and flip to the page I knew we're about to need then walk over to the bed and sit down at the foot. "Come here."
• She walks to me with eyes the size of saucers. She's got the wrong idea and as much as I want to fuck her, I'm not going to. She needs to be punished. She stops a few feet in front of me and smooths out the black skirt of her uniform nervously. Her cheeks are flushed.
• My lips quirk. She's turned on.
• Soon. I tell myself. Soon.
• I reach into my jacket and hand her the contract again. There's confusion in her eyes. "You know, you should really read things before you sign them, Annie." I point to the middle of the page. As she reads her eyes widen comically.
• Annalise Shaw will obey Prince Daniel Windsor for the duration of the agreement. Any violations of the rules laid about below will result in swift punishment as Prince Daniel Windsor sees fit:
• 1. Annalise will not swear.
• 2. Annalise will be respectful to The Prince at all times and to any other member of the Nobility while out in public.
• 3. Annalise will never go anywhere without letting The Prince know of her whereabouts and intentions.
• 4. Annalise will take no other lovers during the duration of this agreement.
• 5. Annalise will obey any wishes The Prince commands.
• 6. Annalise will call The Prince Sir or Master while being punished.
• She looks up at me with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. I can see it in her eyes. "You're a kinky bastard, aren't you?"