The Non British Princess

Part 55

"Isabelle, stop." I hear Thomas call but I'm not putting up with him right now.
I bang my fist against the elevator button, willing it to open but it takes a few moments, in which Thomas gets to me.

I look up at him but he just silently puts a hand on my waist, holding me up firmly because otherwise I would have probably tumbled to the ground.
I don't know why, but when he yelled it sounded so sexy. Feisty, I like this side of him.

"Damn, have I told you how handsome you are? I can't get enough." I say and turn to him, he looks at me shocked before a smirk settles on his features.

The door to the elevator opens behind me and Thomas backs me up into it, "No, feel free to explain further." His eyes are glistening with humour and I see him roll his eyes when I sigh.

I'm pretty sure he was trying to be seductive, not just keeping me close so I didn't tumble to the ground at all.

I giggle and put my hands on his strong arms, feeling the muscles beneath his suit jacket, "Your muscles are so attractive." Slowly I trail my hands down his strong arms then to his chest, sliding them under his suit jacket.

I don't know why but being so close to him was suddenly driving me crazy for him.

"Easy there tiger." Thomas says and kisses my head softly as he removes my hands from him. I pout at him and he chuckles and takes us out of the elevator once it arrives at my floor.

Thomas has to practically drag me down the corridor and he turns to the guard outside my door who I don't recognize.
The guard is a tall one, or maybe it's the angle he's on, but I don't seem to remember his face, and he seems a little scary.

"Just dropping her off Officer, she's a bit drunk." Thomas says to the guard which makes me brows furrow.

"I am not." I snap which causes them both to laugh and I cross my arms over my chest with a huff.
Thomas just pulls me into my room once he gets the door unlocked.

"You stay here, I'm just going to wash my hands." Thomas says and leaves me in the main area while he slips off into the bathroom.

I search for something to change into as I remove my ball gown. Taking it off was like being able to breath again. I manage to get the crown also out of my head, but I'm pretty sure my hair needs a brush.

"Holy shit."

I turn and Thomas is stopped still in the doorway, looking at me up and down slowly with wide eyes.
I'm wearing Michaela's gift, the lingerie, and I'm glad the prince seems to like it.

"Like it? I thought it was Christmasy." I say and move over to Thomas but he stops me quickly.

"Fuck, no, don't come any closer, that thing barely covers you." Thomas puts his arms up and averts his eyes.

Does he not like it? Crap. "Why? Did I do something?" I ask, worried for a minute and am a little scared he might think I'm ugly.

I've had issues in the past with being self conscious of my body, and I really don't want this to bring that back now. Maybe it was my silly drunk self making me feel like this.

Thomas shakes his head quickly, "I'm so close to rip that sexy as hell thing off you, but that's not a good idea since your drunk and Daisy is probably only doors away." He explains and I feel relief run through me.

I smirk, "Would that be such a bad thing? I wouldn't mind." I move closer to him, seeing him squirm, and wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel how he hesitates and jolts at my touch, but I continue because I think the alcohol is getting to my head.

"This is what I'm talking about, your not yourself." Thomas says and tries to move away, pushing my arms back.

I shut him up by kissing him, hard and needy against his lips. At first he tries to resist but I feel him give in, relax against me and kiss back.

I use my hands to slip off his suit jacket down his back and his hands run up and down my bare back. The feeling of his hands against my bare skin make goosebumps appear and heat runs through me.
"This outfit is even better than the gown, was this always the plan?" Thomas asks in between kisses with a smirk, wondering why the hell I had this on in the first place.

"I thought it was nice, didn't think you'd actually see it tonight though." I say with a shrug, gripping onto his back as he kissed me again.

Slowly Thomas took off his shoes, then socks, then I unbuttoned his shirt and that came off too. Until all that was left was his underwear.

I let out a content giggle as Thomas gripped my thighs to lift me up and onto the bed, and he did it with ease.
My whole body ached as he loomed over me, but he just placed a soft kiss on my head before rolling to land beside me.
I groaned and faced him, probably a disappointed and desperate look across my face.

"Tom." I say pleadingly, putting a hand on his bare chest eagerly.

"Bells, your drunk and overtired. The best thing is to get some rest." Thomas says and carefully strokes the top of my hair.

"Uh." I say annoyed and roll over so as not to be facing his annoyingly pretty face.

Thomas chuckles, "Most likely you won't even remember any of this in the morning."

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When I wake up the next morning my head is pounding.
I turn over and see a figure coming out of the bathroom.

"Thomas? Why are you in my room?" I grumble and he rolls his eyes with a smirk. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and he tosses me a humor filled glance.

"You don't remember anything from yesterday night, do you?" He says and I suddenly see how shirtless he is. His hair is freshly washed and he's pulling his pants on.

I sit up but my head hurts so bad. Why is it so damn cold.
I look down and quickly pull the covers over myself, "What the hell, why am I semi naked?"

Thomas just shrugs as he picks the shirt from the floor. He pulls it over his chest and I look at the room, my dress and heels sprawled on the floor, "No way. Did we?"

Thomas quickly shakes his head no and I release a breath, "No, you were drunk. I wouldn't do that, even though you seemed pretty keen."

I face palm, literally, "Really? Crap I'm sorry." I say and duck my head into the sheets.

"Hey." Thomas says and I peek up to see he's moved to sit on the bed, now fully dressed, "You look gorgeous." The prince says and I smile, which is when he pecks my lips softly and sweetly.

I grin and the prince just kisses me again. He then stands and collects his shoes and socks from the floor.

My head hurts, but slowly my memory of the ball is coming back. And of last nights antics.

"Wait! What the hell? Did I seriously try to feel you up in the elevator." I say with a groan and Thomas nods with a chuckle, pulling my door open so he can head out.

"I've got to work, but Isabelle?" He says, asking for my attention, and I look up at him, "Merry Christmas." He shoots me a grin.

And with that he exits my room and closes the door behind him.