Her Runaway Prince

Chapter 8

Amanda and Peter both warmly bid farewell to the last couple as they left the cottage. It was the same old couple that Amanda and Peter had had such a fun time talking with a while back. For the third year in a row, they had been the first to come and the last to leave.

“Thank you for a lovely time, Amanda. Maple definitely did right by leaving the place to you,” the old lady told Amanda.

“Oh, I could never do it as well as she could. So I just try and work harder to at least bring justice to her legacy,” Amanda humbly replied.

“Well, in that regard, you’re certainly succeeding.” Amanda felt a warmth swell inside her at the lady’s kind words. The couple continued waving until they got into their car and drove off.

“Phew, now we can relax,” Amanda sighed and smiled at Peter, who had a strange look on his face, as if he was deeply contemplating something. Before she could enquire about it, he eased her curiosity.

“So the tourist rush is finally over?” he asked. Or at least, she knew it was a question. But the tone of his voice told an entirely different story. It sounded so suggestive. Almost as if he was ordering her.

“Yeah, there shouldn’t be anymore people,” she replied, still wondering about what was going on.

“Okay, good. Now, let’s lock up and take the day off, shall we?” That time there was no question about it. That definitely felt like an order. It felt almost as if he was forcing her to close up. Yet, the grin that subtly conveyed his intentions made her want to obey his order so badly.

“And why exactly should we do that, Mr. Michaels?” she asked playfully.

He knew she wanted him.