“Yes, that much is obvious.”
She moves me over to the dressing area of the bathroom where she’s laid out a pair of leggings, a sports bra, and a long-sleeved running shirt. Because my workout clothes are skintight, she holds off on helping me dress, thank God. No one wants to be shoved into spandex by someone else. When I’m all done, she sits me in front of the mirror and picks up a brush to attack my hair.
“What did you have for breakfast?” I ask, always interested in Runa’s life. “Please tell me a pastry of some sort, maybe a cheese Danish, or a muffin.”
“Eggs and toast with some cut-up berries.”
Just like every morning.
“You know, Runa, it’s okay to venture out of the box.”
“I like routine.” She pulls my hair back into a high ponytail, the way I like it. “It’s why I like what I do. My entire day has a routine, and I appreciate it. Makes me happy.”
“Sooo . . . when I lie about in bed and don’t get up right away, does that throw off your routine?”
“No,” she answers and tightens my ponytail. “I’ve learned to build your reluctance of getting out of bed and your early morning extravaganzas into my routine.” She smirks and then helps me out of the chair.
“Aren’t you charming?” I head into my bedroom and straight to the settee where socks and shoes wait for me. I swear, if this princess thing doesn’t work out, I’ll have a rude awakening when thrust back into the real world. Everything is done for me now.
“Have a good time exercising,” Runa says with a rueful smile.
I pause as I head toward the door. I’d much prefer to burn calories and work up a sweat while riding Keller’s masterful cock.Why isn’t that consideredenjoyableexercise?“Runa, it almost seems like you get pleasure out of my pain.”And not the Keller-inflicted kind, sadly.
“Never, Princess.” But from her smirk, I don’t think that’s the case.
I open the door to my bedroom to find Lara walking down the hall toward me. Lara is my bodyguard. A toned and fit blonde babe, she’s always on alert. She’s become a very close confidante, and I couldn’t imagine going through this major change in my life without her by my side.
She clasps her hands together with a huge smile on her face. “Ready?”
It’s annoying how excited she is about working out. When I was staying in Harrogate with Keller, Lara, and Brimar—the traitor—I had to work out with them every morning as well, but she was nicer then. Now that I’m sure to take the crown, she’s taken it upon herself to torture me.
“Am I ready?” I ask, stretching my hands above my head. “No, but I assume you don’t really care, do you?”
She smirks. “Not so much, but if you have time for an orgasm, you have time to work out.”
I gasp and whisper, “How did you know?”
“I saw the satisfied look on Keller’s face as he walked out of your room.”
The devil himself, giving away my personal business.
“Also, I could hear you down the hallway.”
Oh dear God. I’m sure my face goes white.
“We need more privacy in this place,” I say with a firm tone.
“Good luck with that,” Lara says, then places her hand on my shoulder. “And don’t worry about the workout. I have everything set up in the courtyard. We’re doing stations today.”
Great.
Stations.
Also known as thirty minutes of pure torture.
“You know . . . some might say exercising my right to a passionate moment with my fiancé would qualify as a workout.”
“Not a good enough one.”
