Free Pride X Familiar ReVamp (Pride X ReVamp Book 1) by Albert Ruckholdt Page B

them looked on in utter confusion.
    The other affixed me with a cold stare that could snap frost water.
    The Princess took a confrontational stance, crossing her arms proudly under her enormous breasts. “I can’t wait to see how the President deals with you.”
    I stood up as smoothly as I could – before my legs could cramp up – and then took a couple of steps toward the Princess.
    She took a half step back and immediately pressed down upon her skirt and clamped her thighs together. “Don’t you dare,” she warned me.
    I knelt down before her and bowed with my forehead to the carpeted floor. “Your Highness, I apologize for any misunderstandings my earlier behavior might have caused.”
    “Misunderstandings? I understood everything perfectly well. You’re a beast. You’re worse than a lecher.”
    I spoke loudly. “Then allow me to atone for offending you.”
    “Huh? Really?”
    I nodded with my head to the floor.
    “Is that so?”
    I peeked up at her. She had a wicked smile plastered on her face. It grew wider with each passing moment.
    The Princess laughed behind the palm of her left hand. “You expect me to take you seriously?”
    “I most certainly do.”
    She laughed again. “In that case, strip down to your underwear and run a lap around the school grounds.”
    I stared at her for a moment. “Very well.”
    I stood up and shrugged off my school jacket. Then I began unbuttoning my shirt from the collar to my navel. With each button I dealt with, the Princess’s eyes grew wider.
    I decided to go for broke and took off my shirt.
    I really had nothing to be ashamed off.
    I was a decent five foot eight, with a slender, somewhat athletic build. Seven months of training with a slave driver like Caprice, and her trainer, had burnt away my childhood fat. I was now sporting washboard abdominal muscles and well defined pectorals. My arms were sculpted in hard muscle.
    I’m not one to brag, but I could easily have posed for an underwear commercial. I wasn’t going to hide under a rock after seven months of grueling physical torture.
    As they say, ‘no pain no gain’.
    I started unbuckling my belt.
    Then I heard the Princess gasp.
    Or maybe it was steam blowing out her ears.
    Whichever the case may be, she was flushed bright red, breathing heavily and her azure eyes were as wide as saucers.
    I asked politely. “Shall I continue?”
    She nodded absently. “Yes, please do—no, no, no! Wait—stop. Stop! I take it back.”
    She moved with astonishing speed, picking up my shirt and jacket from the floor and tossing them at me. She turned away from me so quickly her hair billowed around her like a radiant spiral galaxy. “Hurry—put them on!”
    “Very well, your Highness. There’s no need to shout,” I informed her.
    “Dear gods,” Maya Khayman growled. “You have absolutely no shame.”
    “May I point out that it was her idea.”
    “Even so, for a man to undress at the drop of a hat is surely reprehensible.”
    “May I also point out that I’ll only undress for the right woman.”
    Her eyes narrowed considerably at my words. They weren’t cold anymore. They burned like embers from Hell.
    I slipped on my shirt and started buttoning it up. “Like I said, I’m simply atoning for my earlier infraction upon the Princess.”
    From behind me, the girl seated on the desk said, “Prissila, I thought you didn’t like being called Princess?”
    “I don’t mind. I mean, it’s not like he’s being disrespectful.” She tossed her hair with one hand. “At least he appreciates a fine woman when he sees one.”
    The girl behind me laughed. “Ho ho ho. Is that the spark of interest I hear in your voice?”
    The Princess started to turn angrily but at sight of me she quickly turned away.
    I finished slipping on my jacket. “Your Highness, I’m done dressing. You may turn around at your leisure.”
    I watched her shoulders tremble.
    Damn, this girl was adorable. A real handful in many, many respects,