Her Prince Charming: An Inspirational Romance by Faith Austen Read Free Book Online

nice guy. Not entirely sure what to make of him, I decided to concentrate on the delicious meal, the beautiful setting and, most important, the company of the man sitting beside me.

Chapter Nine
Sara
    I woke up to faint voices passing outside, the sounds startling me out of my dreams. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The room was dark, the bed wide, the sheets heavy and silky smooth.
    It wasn’t my bedroom, I knew that much. I’d been living there for two years, and still hadn’t hung curtains to block the early morning sun. My bed was a double with the same sheets I’d had in college.
    Stroking a hand over the fabric covering me, I resolved to get a new set of sheets at home ASAP. I didn’t want to think about what they’d cost, but the sheets in James’s resort were amazing.
    James. The thought of his name brought the night before rushing back. First, meeting him in the restaurant, making that crazy deal, then coming back to his cottage and having a romantic dinner on his porch.
    As first dates went, it was the best I’d ever had. Even if the beginning had been a little weird.
    Sitting up in the bed, I pulled the sheet around me and looked at the room. My cottage was smaller than James’s, really it was one big room, the plush king size bed I was lying in on one side and a sitting area on the other, divided by a beautifully detailed rustic fireplace.
    The night before I’d stayed up hours later than my regular early bedtime and had collapsed into bed without bothering to wash my face or take off the slip I’d worn beneath my dress.
    Part of me wanted to laze around in bed, but the rest of me wanted a hot shower, then some coffee. I was used to a full night’s sleep and going to bed so late had my head fuzzy.
    Getting up, I headed for the bathroom to see my toiletries arranged neatly on the right side of the sink. If I had to guess, I’d bet my clothes were hung equally neatly in the closet.
    It must be nice to have a whole resort’s worth of employees ready to jump to do your bidding. I’d never aspired to wealth.
    I’d always just wanted to be secure - a good job, with a decent place to live, and enough money to give back to my community and go on vacation occasionally. But it was fun to see what the other side was like.
    I could happily start with the bathroom. Easily bigger than my living room at home, it had a wide, creamy, marble counter, with a square custom designed sink set in the middle.
    The mirror was huge, framed in artfully distressed black iron, the linens all top quality. The shower and tub were opposite the sink, and both were more than big enough.
    I couldn’t guess how much water it would take to fill the tub, though I’d love to find out. Fashioned from the same creamy marble as the rest of the bathroom, it sat beside the shower, looking more like a hand carved piece of sculpture than a bathtub.
    As much as I would have loved to try it out, I headed for the shower instead. A quick look in the mirror showed ratty hair, puffy eyes and pillow creases on my cheek. I didn’t know when James would stop by to get me for breakfast and I didn’t want him to see me like this. Not if I could help it.
    It took me a minute to figure out the controls for the multiple showerheads, but once I got it, I started to think about redoing my whole bathroom at home. The shower was amazing - jets of water coming from all sides as a waterfall spilled from above. Yum.
    Then I remembered Greg and my empty bank account. Never mind. No new bathroom for me. Not for a long time. And probably no new sheets either.
    I pushed that problem to the back of my mind. There was nothing I could do about Greg and all the money he’d stolen, so there was no point in dwelling on it. When would I get another chance to spend the weekend in a luxury cottage like this for free?
    Even if I could afford it, I’d never be comfortable spending money on something so unnecessary. Likely, this was my one and only shot, so I