Free Bad Boy Prince: A British Royal Stepbrother Romance by Vivian Wood

entertaining, with a big open kitchen, a slick fully stocked bar, and a huge open concept lounge area grouped around a big drop-down TV screen.
    “Sit,” Rex says, pointing to the long marble bar counter that defines the beginning of the dark-tiled kitchen.
    I pull out a chair and sit to watch him take out a coffee grinder, a French press, and a kettle. He proceeds to put the kettle on, then he turns and gives me a long look.
    Folding his muscular arms across his chest, he leans against the kitchen counter.
    “We need to set some ground rules here,” he says.
    I roll my eyes and cross my own arms, giving an undignified snort.
    “What, you’re worried I’m going to intrude on your party schedule here?” I challenge him. “We’re both grounded like teenagers, if you’ll remember.”
    Those deep blue eyes drop from my eyes to my mouth, then my chest, and lower. He sighs.
    “I have a lot going on in both my personal and professional life, and I don’t see any reason why you should intrude on that,” he says.
    “Right,” I say, waving a hand. “Because this is what I wanted, being trapped here with you.”
    A dimple flashes in his cheek, and I know he’s about to say something bad.
    “I can think of worse fates. At least we both know you find me interesting.”
    Ah. Well that wasn’t so bad, I think.
    “And by that, I mean you think I’m the sexiest man you’ve ever seen,” he finishes. “I know it’ll be hard, but you’re going to have to try to keep your hands to yourself, Kit.”
    My look of angry surprise makes him laugh.
    “You are so full of yourself!” I manage.
    “You don’t deny it, though.” I want to smack the smug male satisfaction right off his face. “Chemistry might never die, but that doesn’t mean you can be throwing yourself at me every minute of the day.”
    “I would never!” I cry.
    “No? What about last night?” he asks.
    I make a strangled sound. “ You kissed me , asshole!”
    “I remember it differently,” he says.
    “In your fucking dreams,” I grit out.
    He looks contemplative for a moment.
    “I mean, sometimes,” he says with a smirk and a shrug. “Can’t control my dreams. I’m only human, and I have so much history to reflect on…”
    “You aren’t seriously telling me that you fantasize about our shitty teenage… fling ,” I hiss.
    “Isn’t a fling just a few times?” he asks. “That doesn’t seem right. How many times do you think I had you, Kitten? A dozen? Maybe more.”
    The kettle whistles. Rex turns his back on my expression of outrage and grinds some coffee, then pours the boiling water and coffee into the French press.
    When he turns around and sees that I’m still beyond pissed, he laughs.
    Dick .
    “Are you going anywhere with this delightful little chat?” I ask. “Or are you just… I don’t know, gloating?”
    “Yes. I have a full work schedule the next few weeks. It’s posted on the door to my office, next to the bedroom you’ve taken over.” He opens a cabinet and pulls out two matching white mugs. “I don’t care what hours you keep, but I expect respectful silence on the nights before I have to work early.”
    “Fine,” I say. “Anything else, Prince Magnum?”
    His smile dims for the barest moment. Interesting.
    “Yes,” he says. “When I… entertain … I expect you to stay out of my way.”
    “Are you seriously making a no cock-blocking rule? You are beyond ridiculous.”
    Rex shrugs. “Maybe I just want you to stay out of my business affairs, hmm?”
    “Somehow, I don’t think that’s what you meant.”
    “I also want you to stay out of my darkroom. Last door on your hall. There’s a ton of material in there that could be damaged.”
    I narrow my gaze.
    “You develop photos here?” I ask.
    He nods. “And everything in there is highly light sensitive.”
    He’s full of shit, and I know it. Yeah, you can damage photos if you open the darkroom door while someone’s working. But outside of that,