Twisted-Games

BRIDGET
I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING SORE BUT SMILING. I HADN’T WOKEN UP IN
such a good mood in ages, and it took me a minute to remember why.
Bits and pieces from last night came back to me, slowly at first, then all at
once, and I blushed when I remembered the filthy things I’d said and done in
this very room.
But I couldn’t stop smiling.
I need to make bucket lists more often.
I lingered in bed for a while, reluctant to break the dreamy haze
enveloping me, but we were leaving today for New York and I needed to get
up soon.
When I did, I found my travel clothes laid out for me on the dresser, and I
realized the rest of the room was spotless. No wayward shoes littering the
floor, no bikinis hanging over the chair or makeup scattered over the vanity.
Rhys must’ve finished packing for me. I’d crashed so hard I hadn’t even
heard him.
My suspicions were confirmed when I went down to the living room,
where I found him waiting next to our luggage. Gone were the casual T-shirts
and board shorts he’d worn the past few days; in their place was his usual allblack
outfit.
I felt a small pang in my chest. I missed Vacation Rhys already.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” he said without looking up from his
phone. “Breakfast is ready in the kitchen. Our flight is at noon, so we should
leave in the next forty-five minutes.”
My smile faded. Your Highness. Not even a princess.
We’d agreed to keep what happened last night to last night, but I hadn’t