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Dad’s face was so hopeful that I closed my mouth as fast as I opened it. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking back down at my plate.
    Salmon. I recognized that. But there was another thing next to it - a bright, golden orange orb that I think might have been some kind of caviar. I took a small bite of the salmon, and my mouth exploded with flavor. It was incredible. Of course, it was delicious because it probably cost about a thousand dollars. I poked at the orange orb with my fork, and it jiggled. What the hell was that?
    Caviar. Definitely some kind of fish eggs, I decided, after stabbing it. I was definitely not eating it.
    My stomach churned again, half in hunger, and half in revulsion. It was just as confused as my brain was. I was leaving my heart out of the equation completely. Not to mention my shaking knees and quivering center. I hated the way my body responded to stress. At the moment, I hated the way it responded to Will.
    As if he could hear my thoughts, or perhaps it killed his attention-seeking soul that he wasn’t getting any attention for the last thirty seconds, either way, it was obvious Will had decided that he wasn’t finished playing his ridiculous games with me. His hand closed over my knee again, and I resisted the urge to jump out of my skin or throw caviar in his eye.
    I sighed, reached under the table, grabbed his index finger and pulled back firmly until he released my knee with a quiet gasp. I still hadn’t looked at him. I was proud of myself. I knew he wasn’t appreciating the fact that I wasn’t falling victim to his charms this time, and it brought me great pleasure to know that I was irritating him.
    He could try all he wanted. I was a different woman now than I was back in school. I had confidence. A strong sense of who I was. I knew my place in the world. He’d never get to me.
    As for my heart, I’d built a cage around it so strong that he would never be able to penetrate it again.

CHAPTER FOUR
    WILL
     
    Images of Jewels danced in my head as I lay alone in my bed that night. I’d been anxious to see her. She was a whole new woman than the girl I remembered. A whole lot sexier, smarter, and more confident, which only made me want her even more.
    When my mother suggested Jewels stay at the castle, I could have kissed her. Seeing her again had sparked something in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Anticipation. Excitement. Unpredictability.
    Maybe it was wrong, but I didn’t care. Hell, us Royals were known for marrying across the family lines. It’s not like we were related, not really. And besides, our parents weren’t even married yet.
    One more taste of Jewel’s treasure for old time’s sake couldn’t hurt, could it?
    My pulsing cock certainly didn’t seem to have any problems with the idea. It had been relentlessly standing at attention since the first moment I laid eyes on the beautiful Jewels again. I’m surprised I managed to make it through dinner without having to retire to the men’s room to find some relief.
    Having Jewels around was going to be good for me. I’d been dreadfully bored lately and she was just the spark I needed in my life, I decided on the way home from dinner. Having her in such close quarters - well, as close as could be inside a two hundred and twenty room castle - would be absolutely divine.
    Tasting her again? While it might take some work to get her to warm up to the idea, I was sure I could make it happen.
    In the meantime, my bed was empty, and my cock had been demanding attention for hours. I gave in, letting my mind take me down memory lane, to take me back to that first night that Jewels and I slept together in America, to the feel of her soft lips on mine, the sound of her sweet moans, the way she lifted her narrow, eager hips, and the thrill that went down my spine when my name escaped from her lips, when she begged me to take her.

CHAPTER FIVE
    JEWELS
     
    “Dad, I’m perfectly happy at the hotel,” I protested. We