Royally Endowed (Royally, #3)

by Emma Chase

this bodyguard may have a service revolver in his pocket, but he’s got a magnum in his pants.

A sailor pushes past me. Yes, an actual fucking sailor—like Popeye—

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what he’ll do if I don’t. Spank me? Tie me up? Handcuff me to his side? If those are the consequences for disobeying Special Agent Sexy-Face, I’m about to become a very naughty girl.

“Yeah, what is this, Seven?” Ellie whispers. “Come on, Morgan Freeman—what’s in the box?”

“Besides, when it’s all said and done . . . I’m still a prince and you can still kill anyone in the room with your bare fucking hands. So . . .” He taps his bottle to mine, “cheers.”