Not Nice

Prince Kael Ignis, leaned back in his seat as he looked at the perfectly set up table. Dora. What a cute girl. She was different from everyone else. That was for sure. He looked at the time and wondered if she would be late of early. It was still fifteen minutes to seven. If she was early, that would mean she was as interested in him as he was in her. And if she was on time, then she was neutral. If she was late, then she definitely liked him and wanted him to pamper her.

Of course, the thought that she might not like him had never occurred to him. After all, since the day he'd been born, all women had fawned over him, willing to throw themselves at his feet. He smiled. But he liked that she tried to resist him. He knew he had an effect on her. The current between them was almost tangible.