rhinestones. I blushed, thinking of the crown I had tattooed under my hair at the nape of my neck. too. I fully embraced the idea of being a little princess. It made me feel that somehow I was entitled to something. I knew I really wasn’t, but my whole life was engineered to make me believe I was.
“What of it?”
He bowed dramatically. “I am your dashing prince charming. I’m here to take you away from these trials. My steed awaits.”
I hesitated, glancing from him to the motorcycle, contemplating my options. My head was telling me that I should go back inside, lock the door, and report him to the cops. But, the rest of my body was telling me to get on that bike and never look back.
“Let me put on some more appropriate clothing,” I said, slipping back inside, leaving him to wait on the balcony.
I tried to calm my breath, as I looked for a pair of shorts and a shirt to wear for my late night cruise. I locked my bedroom door, in an attempt to convince anyone curious enough to investigate whether I was asleep. I squirmed into a pair of tight shorts and a loose blouse, slipped pedicured feet into designer sandals, and pulled my wavy hair into a thick ponytail. I stepped back outside and glanced up at him. “How do we get down?”
“Have you never tried to sneak out of the house before?”
“Why would I need to sneak out?”
“Because you don’t want to be here, and you want to go somewhere else, and you aren’t allowed to be somewhere else?”
“No, that never really happened because I can really go anywhere I please.”
He smirked and walked closer to me. “So, there was never anything you wanted that you weren’t allowed to have? Is being a rich princess really that easy?”
Of course, there was one thing I had never been allowed to do. I wasn’t about to tell him that, although I’m sure he could tell by how I was reacting to him. I couldn’t imagine anyone could be oblivious to my reactions to his presence.
He swung his leg over the balcony and grabbed on to a branch. “Are you coming?” he asked, holding out a hand to me.
I placed my tiny, white hand in his large browned one. “What’s your name?”
“Daniel, but you can call me Danny.”
He pulled me toward him and helped me step over the rail, balancing precariously. I glanced down, just now realizing how high up I was. I clutched at the balcony ledge, fingers aching with the intensity of my grip. He shook his head at me and, quick as a wink, put his arm around me and pulled me into the tree. The way he threw me about made me feel like nothing but air to him. Before I even knew it, we were moving. Then, my feet touched the ground, and he jumped down next to me.
“I don’t really understand what kind of payment this is for rescuing me.”
“By the end of the night, I will be able to brag – and have pictures evidence – that I gave the Miss Vera Malone, the most desired woman in this city, a ride on my bike and maybe more.” He winked and started walking down the street.
Desired? I started to ask why, but thought better of that and hurried to catch up to him. “So, I’m just a tool to boost your ego?”
“Would you rather be dead?”
I frowned. He had a good point. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before…”
“I didn’t think you had. It isn’t that hard, just get on behind me. It’ll be natural to you. I promise.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I protested, but he cut me off by revving the engine. I clambered on to the back seat, and he sped off without so much as a by your leave .
I clung to him for dear life. My arms were locked around his waist in a death grip, while I tried desperately not to fall off this death machine. That is what it was, too, death coming for me all over again.
He tapped me on the shoulder and pointed ahead of us. We were driving out of town. The city was a decent size, but
“What of it?”
He bowed dramatically. “I am your dashing prince charming. I’m here to take you away from these trials. My steed awaits.”
I hesitated, glancing from him to the motorcycle, contemplating my options. My head was telling me that I should go back inside, lock the door, and report him to the cops. But, the rest of my body was telling me to get on that bike and never look back.
“Let me put on some more appropriate clothing,” I said, slipping back inside, leaving him to wait on the balcony.
I tried to calm my breath, as I looked for a pair of shorts and a shirt to wear for my late night cruise. I locked my bedroom door, in an attempt to convince anyone curious enough to investigate whether I was asleep. I squirmed into a pair of tight shorts and a loose blouse, slipped pedicured feet into designer sandals, and pulled my wavy hair into a thick ponytail. I stepped back outside and glanced up at him. “How do we get down?”
“Have you never tried to sneak out of the house before?”
“Why would I need to sneak out?”
“Because you don’t want to be here, and you want to go somewhere else, and you aren’t allowed to be somewhere else?”
“No, that never really happened because I can really go anywhere I please.”
He smirked and walked closer to me. “So, there was never anything you wanted that you weren’t allowed to have? Is being a rich princess really that easy?”
Of course, there was one thing I had never been allowed to do. I wasn’t about to tell him that, although I’m sure he could tell by how I was reacting to him. I couldn’t imagine anyone could be oblivious to my reactions to his presence.
He swung his leg over the balcony and grabbed on to a branch. “Are you coming?” he asked, holding out a hand to me.
I placed my tiny, white hand in his large browned one. “What’s your name?”
“Daniel, but you can call me Danny.”
He pulled me toward him and helped me step over the rail, balancing precariously. I glanced down, just now realizing how high up I was. I clutched at the balcony ledge, fingers aching with the intensity of my grip. He shook his head at me and, quick as a wink, put his arm around me and pulled me into the tree. The way he threw me about made me feel like nothing but air to him. Before I even knew it, we were moving. Then, my feet touched the ground, and he jumped down next to me.
“I don’t really understand what kind of payment this is for rescuing me.”
“By the end of the night, I will be able to brag – and have pictures evidence – that I gave the Miss Vera Malone, the most desired woman in this city, a ride on my bike and maybe more.” He winked and started walking down the street.
Desired? I started to ask why, but thought better of that and hurried to catch up to him. “So, I’m just a tool to boost your ego?”
“Would you rather be dead?”
I frowned. He had a good point. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before…”
“I didn’t think you had. It isn’t that hard, just get on behind me. It’ll be natural to you. I promise.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I protested, but he cut me off by revving the engine. I clambered on to the back seat, and he sped off without so much as a by your leave .
I clung to him for dear life. My arms were locked around his waist in a death grip, while I tried desperately not to fall off this death machine. That is what it was, too, death coming for me all over again.
He tapped me on the shoulder and pointed ahead of us. We were driving out of town. The city was a decent size, but
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