What he got was a playmate. Because playing is exactly what we've been doing. Ever since I moved in. I adore his seven-year-old. She's the daughter I always wanted. But as we get closer, as he digs deeper into my soul, as he comes further and further into my heart, the question is, will he adore me? Will he ask me to stay? Will I be moving in for real, or am I destined to remain an employee that he can't stop inviting across the hall when the lights go out? This playmate wants more. I want the whole package. I want to be his for life.

    He became the prince of my country overnight and I have resented him for years ever since. Everyone admires him and treats him like a god, and yet all I can remember when I see him are all those times he made fun of and teased me in high school. It’s just my luck that the prince has a job opening for a dog-sitter position right around the time I lose my job. I need money soon and with nothing to lose, of course I apply, despite how slim my chances are. or how much I loathe the idea of working for him. The last thing I expected was to get hired, though. I also didn’t expect for Prince Ryker to remember me at all, yet he does. And now that he remembers, he wants me all to himself. A part of me wants to punch him right in his beautiful face for how he treated me, but I’m starting to realize he’s a changed man, and with each passing day I spend in his palace, I feel myself falling for him more and more. I'm clearly out of my mind.