James takes another kiss. Another deep, soul-stirring kiss. Say what you will about him being a playboy, but he knows how to kiss a woman.
“Does that answer your question?”
Chapter Eleven
James
I’ve never been brought to my knees like that. Bloody hell, I’ve been distracted all day. That kiss last night rocked me to my core. Zara has wormed her way under my skin, and I have no idea what to do about it. It’s unsettling, this feeling of wanting more with a woman. Women can always count on me for a good time. A quick romp before said woman signs an NDA and is on her way.
But with Zara? I want more.
“Your Highness?” Shite, I’ve been spacing off again. “Would you like to visit the new children’s wing of the hospital?”
I give the hospital director my winningest smile. “Absolutely.”
She walks me back, giving me a rundown of the new ward, sponsored in part by one of the royal patronages. “And what are all of these children in the hospital for?”
As we enter the area, I’m assaulted with bright colours and happy voices. The walls are painted with murals of the jungle and ocean, and the waiting area has books and toys of all kinds strewn about.
“These children are short term patients. Broken bones, minor surgeries. We have a play area for families while they’re waiting,” she says, gesturing to the area behind me, “and the nurses’ station is set up in the middle, so they can keep an eye on all the children.”
“This is a wonderful setup you have here.” It’s nice to see good work being done with the royal patronages.
“Are you really the prince?” A small boy in a wheelchair stops in front of me. A large cast overtakes one of his legs.
“Do you think I am?” I squat down so I’m on his level.
“I thought princes wore crowns.” He gives me a puzzled look.
“No, stupid. Only princesses wear crowns!” A girl appears at his side, looking remarkably like him.
“I’m not stupid!” the boy cries. Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into here?
“Victoria. George. That’s enough.” A haggard looking woman runs up behind them. “I’m so sorry, Your Highness.” She dips into a low curtsy. “We’ve been cooped up in the hospital a few days longer than we’d like.”
“It’s quite alright. What brings you in here?”
“Obviously it’s him.” The little girl rolls her eyes at me, before wandering back to the play area. Her mother looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole. Ouch. Guess I don’t have a fan.
“I’m so sorry about my daughter. She’s ready to head home.” She gives me a soft look.
“I can’t imagine being cooped up in here. I bet you’re ready to get home. And how’d you break your leg, George?” I’m down on his level again.
“I broke my leg playing football.”
“And who’s your favourite football team?”
“Chelsea. They’re the best! My room is blue to match the team!” He’s so excited about his football team.
“Chelsea just happens to be my favourite too, but don’t tell anyone. Maybe I can get you some tickets once you’re healed up.”
His eyes widen in delight. “I’ve never been to a match before!”
I nod at Charles behind me, indicating for him to make it happen. “Well, you get better, and then you’ll be able to go.”
“You’re the best prince we have!” He gives me a high five as the mother bows and heaps praise on me.
The director is beaming at me as we finish our tour. “You were quite the hit today, Your Highness.”
