Sounds good

Your heart leaps into your throat. "Yes," you say without a single second of hesitation. "Yes, I would."

"Good," she smiles, her eyes sparkling with dark intent. "Lead the way to your room, Your Highness."

"I... actually don't know where my room is yet," you admit, feeling a bit sheepish.

Jessica lets out a soft laugh, turning you around and tugging you back toward the side entrance of the palace. "Don't worry. I asked around while I was waiting for your convoy to arrive. I know exactly where they set you up."

She guides you through a side door, bypassing the main foyer completely. You walk through cool, marble-lined corridors decorated with oil paintings of former island governors and ancient sea maps, up a grand, sweeping staircase, and down a quiet, carpeted hallway in the west wing. She stops in front of a pair of heavy, carved oak double doors and pushes them open.

You step inside, and your breath catches for the second time today.

The master suite is absurdly massive. It’s larger than your entire apartment back home. A massive king-sized bed with crisp white linens and a dark mahogany canopy sits against the far wall. Floor-to-ceiling glass doors lead out onto a private balcony overlooking the ocean, letting in the soft sound of crashing waves. A plush leather sitting area, a private bar, and an open doorway leading to a master bathroom with a freestanding marble tub complete the room.

"Wow," you whisper, looking around the sheer luxury of it all. "This is... ridiculous."

"It's fitting for a prince," Jessica says, closing the heavy oak doors behind her. The sharp click of the lock echoing through the quiet room makes your pulse skyrocket. She turns around, leaning her back against the door, resting her hands behind her on the brass handle.

She looks at you, her eyes heavy-lidded seductively.

"So," she says softly. "Now that we're alone... would you like to have some fun with me, Will?"

You swallow hard, taking a slow step toward her, though your mind is still spinning with possibilities. "What... what kind of fun?" you ask cautiously.

Jessica smiles, a slow, predatory curving of her lips that makes every nerve ending in your body light up. She steps away from the door, walking toward you with a slow, swaying hip roll that hypnotizes you instantly.

"The kind of fun a mature woman and a handsome young man can have when they're left all alone in a big, beautiful room," she whispers, stopping right in front of you. Her hands reach out, resting gently on your hips. "The kind of fun where we stop talking, stop thinking... and just indulge our lust. What do you say?"