There is no way in the galaxy Prince Elvion will force me into servitude.
Yes, I did take a job to be his little sister’s Royal Nanny. But serving him wasn't on the agenda. But what else can you expect from a warrior prince? This is the kind of guy who pulls out his blaster when he hears a baby cry. Not the kind that takes no for an answer.
Except that’s what he’s gonna get. Yes, he’s fabulously wealthy. And I am very broke. But I have some dignity!
I’m not giving into the urges he brings out when I see him shirtless. Or indulge my daydreams when he says we’re fated mates. And I sure as hell am not entertaining the racing heart when he gets so close to me that I can smell his scent.
No! We are not meant to be together. This is a job. That’s all.
So why can’t I stop thinking about him? Why does a part of me not just want to serve him…