Hi Jamie," Zoey said brightly. I felt the blood drain from my face as I got up, slipped out of my jacket and started taking slow, deliberate, purposeful steps to her. She had to know that she was in trouble, but she stood her ground. "What are you doing here?" I asked, clearly working hard to restrain myself. And what the hell are you wearing? "Your Grace—" one of the nobles started. "Get out. Get out now," I screamed. The room cleared out remarkably quickly. "I thought we could have a beach day," she said, trying hard not to sound as nervous as she was. I took her in from head to toe. Her hair fell lazily onto her naked shoulders. She wore a flashy, golden bikini, a thin white scarf around her waist, and a pair of flip-flops. I stepped forward, my eyes boring into hers, until I could get
