Page 40 of That Prince is Mine
“It was fantastic.” With a broad smile, he tugged her closer to his side as they made their way to her car. “The company might have had something to do with it.”
“Careful with the compliments.” She ducked her head to hide her blush. “I might get used to it.”
“I see no problem with that,” he said, dropping a kiss on her temple.
She stiffened, because she saw major problems with getting used to his warmth and affection. But he might be someone who opened up easily to other people—someone who wasn’t afraid to let people into his life. She bet he was this sweet and charming to everyone around him. She shouldn’t take things so seriously. It didn’t mean anything.
“So what else haven’t you done?” she asked with an overly bright smile.
“There’s so much…” His shrug looked a little lonely.
“Like?” she softly prompted.
“Like… I’ve never run a marathon before.”
She gave him the side-eye. “No, I mean stuff that normal people do.”
“Normal people do run marathons.” Michel returned her side-eye.
“Now you’re just talking nonsense.” She scrunched her lips to the side as she considered the options. “Have you ever gone bowling?”
“No, I haven’t.” He didn’t sound quite appalled.
“Fine. Putting on stinky shoes worn by the masses was more torture than leisure for me, too.” They arrived at her car, and she pressed her key to unlock it.
“May I drive?” Michel asked with a touch of eagerness.
“You’ve never driven before?” Her mouth fell open.
“Of course I’ve driven before.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I just don’t get to do it very often.”
“What’s not very often?” She squinted at him and added Doesn’t get to drive very often to the list. Living in LA, she had to drive every day.
“It’s been a couple of years,” he mumbled, picking invisible lint off his slacks. “Perhaps several years.”
“I feel for you”—several years was a long time—“but I also love my car.”
“I assure you I’m an excellent driver.” Milk-chocolate puppy-dog eyes implored her.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sophie said sternly from behind Michel.
“You could follow us in my car.” His lips quirked. “I promise I won’t try to lose you.”
“Oh, you could try.” His bodyguard arched an eyebrow. She was so badass that Emma wanted to squeal.
“Emma?” The puppy-dog eyes returned full force.
“Okay, okay,” she grumbled, but had to laugh at the look of boyish delight on Michel’s face. “Where do you want to go?”
“I have absolutely no idea.” He sounded incredibly excited about the prospect of having no destination in mind.
“I know.” If driving was a special treat for Michel, then Emma would show him one of the best drives in Los Angeles. “We’ll head to Mulholland Drive.”
“Mulholland Drive?” he asked, opening the passenger-side door for her. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky I’m a local.” She winked at him before sliding into her seat. She was so excited to share the experience with him that she almost forgot to add Never been to Mulholland Drive to the list.
“Indeed I am.” He flashed her a grin that made her heart trip.
