Sakura and the Prince of Hearts – Part 2

After the initial shock of seeing herself in such a provocative cocktail dress finally wore off, Sakura found she had gotten used to her looks and, more importantly, to the tightness and baring of her flesh. This was because she had time to relax in the makeup room while Tristan and Logan had their photo shoot with Tara and Alaina.

“It’ll take some time,” Kay said, smiling at Sakura. “They just finished the last one and then they have to set up equipment in the other room.”

“I see,” Sakura said, nodding.

It was half an hour later when Jane finally came to call her, and by then, Sakura felt rather sleepy. Her eyes were droopy and her cheeks flushed pink as she got up from her seat.

Jane giggled. “You look like you’re about to doze off.”

Sakura nodded. “I was. I didn’t know setting up the equipment would take so long.”

As they headed out the door, Jane said, “There was a bit of an issue with the lighting. But everything’s fine now.”

Sakura nodded, and a few moments later, they came into the presidential suite, one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel.

“Wow!” Sakura said as she eyed her surroundings. “This place is beautiful.”

Everything was tastefully furnished in a gold-and-white theme—the antique sofas and armchairs, the mahogany desk, the coffee table, the elegant vase full of exotic blooms near the window, and of course, the double glass doors leading outside to the balcony, which, no doubt, had a great view of the sea.

Jane nodded. “It is, isn’t it? I heard it’s one of the most expensive rooms in the entire hotel. I wish I could stay here.”

Sakura nodded in agreement. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Sebastian asked softly behind her.

Sakura gasped in surprise at the sound of his sensual voice. She licked her lips, finding them suddenly dry. She turned around to face him.

“Hello,” she greeted. “Wow.” Her eyes widened in appreciation once she had a good look at him. “You look different.”

“Different good or bad?”

She smiled. “Both, I guess. I must say you look rather superior. Like, I mean…way out of most girls’ league is my meaning.”

She wasn’t lying. In that expensive suit, with his blond hair combed back and that sapphire stud in his left ear, Sebastian looked handsomely powerful and arrogant, a man on top of the world, indeed, ruling the world. Not to mention the fact that he was so striking that she found she couldn’t stop staring at him.

“I could say the same about you,” he said teasingly. “Wow. You look like a spoiled little princess who’s allowed to be seen but not touched.” His eyes seductively appraised her from head to toe.

Sakura didn’t miss the fact that his gaze lingered about her neck and breasts a bit too long, which affected her in a sensual way.

She blushed and turned hastily away. “Are we ready to go?” she asked Jane, avoiding Sebastian’s eyes.

She knew he found her reaction amusing, what with that smirk playing across his face. But she couldn’t help it. The way he looked at her unsettled her. And damn, her heart hadn’t stopped racing either.

It was then the other Princeton brothers came through the door, and Logan whistled. “You look hot in that dress, Sakura.”

“Sexy as hell!” Tristan said, followed by a whistle.

Sakura wasn’t paying attention to the brothers simply because she was too aware of the vibe Darcy was giving her. Again?

She glanced in his direction and saw his impassive face. Suddenly, the right side of her neck tingled, and she touched the spot gently and carefully, as if it were hot.

Sebastian noticed and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sakura shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Of course, Sebastian knew it wasn’t “nothing” when he saw Darcy gawking at her. And damn, but what man currently in the room wasn’t staring at the girl? She was hot, wearing a strapless cocktail dress with a flouncy tulle skirt that showed plenty of rosy pale skin, slender legs, feet in a pair of glittery gold heels, and gorgeous boobs that were perfectly framed by the sweetheart beaded satin top.

Yes, Sakura was eye candy, and certainly very hard not to notice. She was strikingly beautiful, and Sebastian knew it was hard for Darcy, as well as him, not to feel just that little bit fearful that some other guy might come and snatch her away, that little bit insecure that they would lose her while she was in the midst of gaining so much attention.

Sebastian glanced at Darcy again, noting the impassive expression. Suddenly, Darcy flicked his eyes to him, and Sebastian gave his brother a smile.

Darcy waved in return and moved, along with the others, to the back of the room, where it was safe to watch the photo shoot without interfering with their work.

Some fifteen minutes later, after Mr. Tachibana had finished with his instructions as to how he wanted them to pose, Sakura found herself half kneeling on the antique sofa while Sebastian was wrapping one arm around her small waist.

“Wow,” Akira said, chuckling. “That is one very intimate pose.”

Jane nodded in agreement, while the Princeton brothers frowned darkly, especially Darcy.

“All right,” Jason said. “Ready?”

At Sakura’s and Sebastian’s nods, the camera began clicking and the lights flashing.

As they posed, Sakura didn’t miss the fact that Sebastian’s hand around her waist was indeed firm and the heat exuding from his body was intoxicating. She tried not to look at his face, but of course, that was impossible since they were nearly nose to nose.

“Sakura, move closer and wrap your arms around Sebastian’s neck,” Mr. Tachibana directed. “And hold your cute ass a little higher.”

Sakura blushed. What?

Sebastian must have guessed she didn’t like the sound of Mr. Tachibana’s instruction, and chuckled with amusement. “It’s only a photo shoot, Sakura. Do as Mr. Tachibana said.”

She sighed and reluctantly moved about on the sofa. Of course, her tight, short dress wasn’t helping either, showing way too much of her legs. God, she hoped her panties weren’t showing.

In the end, she found herself half reclining on top of Sebastian with one arm around his muscular neck while the other rested about her hip, posing. Sebastian seemed very comfortable indeed, resting back on the sofa, one hand tight about her waist while the other gripped her bare thigh. And then click, click, click.

Throughout this pose, Sakura was very aware that Sebastian had his eyes fixed on her, which made her nervous. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she whispered, “Sebastian, stop staring at me.”

He chuckled with amusement. “It’s hard not to stare when you’re so close,” he whispered seductively. “If you move in closer, we’ll be kissing.”

She blushed. Through the disguise of a beautiful smile she whispered, “I thought I told you to stop seducing me, Sebastian Princeton.”

“Indeed you did, princess,” he retorted. And just to show her who was boss, he tightened his grip about her waist and pulled her to him.

Sakura gasped in surprise and lost her footing. She found herself collapsed against him, straddling him in a very unladylike position.

“Sebastian!” Tristan shouted from a distance. “What the hell are you doing? Act professional, you damned flirt.”

Chuckles of amusement from the spectators followed this, while Mr. Tachibana said, “I like the new pose. Keep going.”

The camera continued to click while Mr. Tachibana and Ms. Ruka encouraged them to act even more intimate.

Sebastian took everything in stride and, in fact, dared to be even cheekier by slipping his hand under her skirt. Of course, he didn’t go any higher than mid-thigh, but the implication was clear enough. He wanted people to see how far he could go and how close he was to Sakura.

Indeed, people did see, especially Darcy, whose frown was menacing. The brother had had enough watching and decided to leave the room to get some fresh air.

While all this was happening, Sakura whispered to Sebastian, “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

Sebastian gave her a grand smile that made most females in the room drool and wish he were smiling at them instead. But of course, Sebastian only had his eyes on one girl, and she was right there, currently intimately embraced by him in front of the camera and about twenty other people in the room.

“Yes, I am. And you?”

“Not really,” Sakura replied. “Do you have any idea how tight this dress is?”

“I can see that,” he admitted. “Though, the view from here isn’t bad.”

Sakura blushed at his suggestive words. Indeed, he was currently eyeing her breasts, which were barely contained by the sweetheart cocktail dress.

“Stop being such a flirt,” she demanded as she raised her head and turned slightly to the left, away from him. Then she posed elegantly as she smiled at the camera.

“Good,” Jason said.

Mr. Tachibana nodded. “Sebastian, move up a bit more. Sit straighter. I want you to look more possessive this time. Be in command. Sakura is your girl. Show us who’s boss.”

Sebastian was only too happy to oblige. In a split second, he made Sakura sit on his thigh, and he was in control of her. And then the camera continued to click.

Throughout this new pose, Sakura tried to be as relaxed as she could possibly be, but being so close to Sebastian wasn’t easy, especially with him touching her so intimately, with his warm breath fanning her skin. Her body became weak and too warm for her liking, not to mention the fact that she simply wanted to snuggle up in his arms and just let him kiss her senseless.

But of course, she couldn’t possibly let her guard down and succumb to her own desire, since this was a professional job, after all. She dismissed the sensual thoughts from her mind and continued to pose and gaze at the camera as the photo shoot continued and Mr. Tachibana and Jason instructed her on her next pose.

Finally, when Jason said, “Done,” Sakura sighed with relief and moved to get out of Sebastian’s arms.

The man, however, wouldn’t let her go and asked, “What’s the hurry?”

What’s the hurry, indeed? Sakura thought. Had he any idea that if she were to stay in his arms a moment longer, she’d lose all sense and let him do the unthinkable? Let him kiss her right there in front of so many people?

She sighed. “I have to get changed for my next photo shoot, Sebastian. Please, let go of me.”

“All right,” he said reluctantly, though his arms were even tighter about her waist. “In a moment. I’m currently enjoying this position.”

Sakura eyed him, noting the passionate azure eyes that never ceased to fascinate her, eyes that made her fall even deeper in love with him. It was then that she came to realize Sebastian Princeton was a very possessive man. What was he trying to show the world? That they were dating? That she was his?

Dating, indeed. His, indeed.

Suddenly, Sebastian’s possessiveness reminded her of Darcy. She realized then that Darcy, too, was very possessive where she was concerned, clearly shown by the way he had passionately kissed her at lunchtime, and openly wished she would be his. However, she felt his form was more of the submissive, fragile type, whereas Sebastian was dominating, in control. Needless to say, they were complete opposites of one another.

The very thought of Darcy made her eyes dart around the room in search of the man. When she noted that he was nowhere in sight, she breathed with relief at the fact that he had not witnessed her intimate scene with Sebastian. She didn’t know why, but the thought of him seeing that didn’t sit well with her. Was it because she knew he’d be upset? Or jealous? And she didn’t want to hurt him.

Oh, God. Her heart ached at the thought.

Sebastian noticed her eyes scanning the room and then her pained expression. He gently removed his arms from her waist. “Are you looking for Darcy?” he asked.

Sakura licked her lips as her eyes flicked back to his face. “Erm…”

“I saw him leave a while ago,” he said. “Are you worried?”

Sakura didn’t know Sebastian was so perceptive, especially where her feelings were concerned. She nodded in the positive. “I don’t want him to be upset seeing us like this.”

Sebastian said, “I’m sure he can handle it. He’s a man, after all, and a Princeton at that.”

Sakura was about to say something when Jane appeared behind them, cutting her off.

“Come on, Sakura. Time to change,” the woman said.

Sakura nodded and then moved off of the sofa. As the two girls left, Nicolas, Hayden, and Conrad approached Sebastian.

Nicolas said, “Sakura looks a little troubled.”

“And Darcy left a while back,” Hayden said. “He probably didn’t feel comfortable watching you acting so intimate with Sakura.”

Sebastian nodded as he said, “I know. I’ll find him and talk to him.”