Page 31 of The Princess and the SEAL

As I carried our luggage back to the château, I had doubts about what I had agreed to. What on earth was I doing playing bodyguard to some pampered virgin princess? I wasn’t even going to get laid on this trip, and now I was working.

I quickly squashed my desire to ditch her. I had agreed to this, and I always finished what I started.

We checked into the château, and Giselle was pleased to know her father had done as she’d requested and left her documents with the concierge.

The bellman led us to the suite. I entered and took in its opulence. It was nothing like my cozy room back at the bed-and-breakfast. There were gold chandeliers, velvet curtains, sculptures, and artwork. There was even a grand piano in the middle of the room. Too bad I couldn’t play.

It was still cool as hell—I could get used to this.

The bellman tapped me on the shoulder.

“Pardon, monsieur. Your room is across the hall.”

Oh, hell no. “I’ll be staying with Princess Giselle; I’m her bodyguard. There are two separate rooms in this suite.”

“Her room has secure locks and an alarm. I was given strict instructions by her father, King Rémy, that you are to stay in the room across the hall.” He handed me my key.

Giselle turned to me. “I had no idea. I—”

I put up my hand to stop her from completing the sentence. “It’s fine. I’ll sleep there. Good night, Princess. Enjoy your room service.”

And with that, I went into my room. Alone. Just how I liked it.

Well, usually.