Planning on Prince Charming(8)

By: Lizzie Shane


She laughed softly, hiding her mouth behind the tumbler as she took another sip.

“You didn’t say why you were coming on the show, but I’m guessing you’re one of the True Love girls. Did you watch last season? Is he your soul mate, only he doesn’t know it yet?”

“You don’t have to make fun of me. I know how ridiculous the show is,” she said, though there was a stubborn hope in her eyes. “I never really expected to get picked. I auditioned on a dare and then suddenly I’m here. Meeting him tomorrow. And I know the odds are ridiculous, so every time someone asked me why I was doing it I would say it was for the experience or because I wanted to launch Once Upon a Bride onto the national stage, but the truth is I want to be the princess for a change—and I can’t believe I’m admitting that to you.”

“I’m trustworthy.”

“You think I’m crazy. But I watched last season and you can’t tell me that Marcy and Craig didn’t find real love on the show.”

“You’re right. But they were the exceptions, not the rule.”

“But it’s possible. And even if it’s only a possibility, don’t you owe it to yourself to give your heart every chance at happiness? For a chance at something real?”

“Reality television might not be the best place to look for that.”

“Even if it’s Daniel?”

A startling gong of something that could have been jealousy echoed in his brain. “You’re so certain Daniel is perfect?”

“That is the name of the show. Marrying Mister Perfect. I’m not the one anointing him.”

Josh’s grip tightened on his glass. Daniel was a nice guy. A little cliché. The kind of guy who did things because he’d been told he should rather than because he had any personal desire to do them. He’d be perfect because he followed instructions well, but was he right for Sidney? Who shone with her belief in love?

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you it was him.”

“We’re hiding in your hotel room drinking the worst scotch on the planet. I think we’ve pretty much abandoned what we’re supposed to do.”

He smiled—and realized he was staring at her mouth.

He didn’t want her going on the show. He didn’t want it to spoil her. He wanted her.

Which sent a warning alarm echoing in his brain.

Josh rocked back into the far corner of the cushions, taking a deep breath of air that didn’t carry a light floral scent. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The glass of scotch was heavy in his hand.

Oh. Right. That.

“Josh?” Her teal gaze snared him again.

They had to be contacts.

But his body didn’t care. The air seemed to crackle around them, a lightning storm waiting to happen, pulsing with inevitability. Every inch of his nervous system was waking up and reporting for duty. She looked at him with mischief and promise in those teal depths and his better judgment went on hiatus.

He was going to kiss a Suitorette.





Chapter Three





She was possessed. It was the only explanation.

This wasn’t her. Sidney had never been this girl before. She didn’t break curfew. She didn’t drink scotch—which was frankly gross. And she had certainly never flirted with the host of a major network television show.

She read about adventures. She planned them for other girls. But this wasn’t her.

She’d come to Marrying Mister Perfect with a plan. Get the guy, grow her business, live happily ever after. None of which included making gooey eyes at one of Us Weekly’s 100 Hunkiest Hollywood Hotties.

Even if he was single.

That didn’t make him available. Not to her. But the way he was looking at her…

Almost like he might kiss her.

Holy Moses. Josh Freaking Pendleton was looking at her like he might kiss her.

This wasn’t her life. She’d been lifted right out of her body and dropped into the shoes of someone a thousand times more glamorous than her.

She wanted to pinch herself—

But then his gaze skated off to the side and he cleared his throat roughly, rising from the couch. “Miranda’s probably gone by now.”

With those words, reality returned with a thud. This wasn’t her Prince Charming. Even if he was single—which would give Parvati heart palpitations. Sidney stood as well. “Right. Of course.”