Hello dear reader! Here is chapter 2. As usual, please leave me comments, it's important for me. Good reading :)

The next morning, Jasmine woke up in a good mood, ready to put the plan into action. She stretched herself a long time and went to her closet, in which she saw a red outfit with gold inlays. It was the kind of outfit she put on to welcome important personalities in the palace. She had not worn it for a long time - she did not bother to dress like that for the princes who came to seduce her -. She slightly lost her smile, thinking back to what had happened the day before with the royal vizier. Maybe she should be low profile and avoid being too desirable as she liked to do... Or stay as such and take advantage of this game of seduction... She found her smile a little while thinking back to the effect she had on Jafar. She made her decision and so put on her red pants, followed by her top of the same color, just covering her breasts. An elastic band held her hair high, leaving her neck free and a gold bracelet around her arm. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She knew she would be watching a lot today, she thought.

She went to the throne room, and as she expected, Jafar was already there.

"Father !"

"Ah, here you are. What is this outfit Jasmine ? We're getting someone today ?" asked the Sultan, fearing he had forgotten a meeting.

Jasmine looked at the vizier and met his gaze. She blushed slightly and returned to her father. Jafar noticed her outfit, she was...sublime, he thought. He could not do it anymore, he could not control himself anymore. She was already horribly desirable in her usual outfit, but by putting her assets in value in this way, Jafar could not manage to control himself... He remembered the kiss with the princess, remembering the sensation of her skin under his fingers his mouth against her, imagining he was kissing more than her lips. He felt his excitement grow and did all he could to think of anything other than the beautiful figure that presented before him. Jasmine was embarrassed by noticing his frustration. She smiled slightly and spoke.

"A prince came yesterday and offered me an appointment to get to know me. To prove to you my good time, I accepted... I have to go in an hour." Jasmine said looking at her father. The sound of her voice brought down the tension in Jafar's pants, aware that she had just launched their strategy.

"Ah, but I did not see that prince, he did not even come in. What's his name ?" remarked the Sultan.

"It's Prince Ramses." Jasmine answered calmly.

"Well... well I'm really glad you make Jasmine's efforts. You'll tell me how it's going."

"Of course father." Jasmine simply replied as she walked towards the garden.

The princess now gone, the sultan now addressed his vizier.

"Jasmine finally becomes reasonable."

Jafar smiles at the naivety of the sovereign. He did not answer his remark and went to the gardens too.

Once he arrived, he saw Jasmine. He approached her but seeing her like this, his excitement for her came back to the charge. It was uncontrollable, she was so beautiful... He turned back and walked to his room. Finally, this mission will be more difficult than expected he thought... An hour later, he saw the young woman enter in his private room.

"Here you are, princess." he said, forcing himself to look only at her eyes.

"Yes, do you still agree ?"

"Evidently princess." he said with a small smile. "However, I do not think this outfit was necessary to convince your father..."

"My outfit disturbs you ?" Jasmine said smiling, knowing very well why he was making this remark.

"Not in the least..." he replied calmly. "Well... I think it's time for you to go to your appointment..." Jafar said sarcastically.

"I follow you." she replied with a slight smile.

Then Jafar went to his rooms, followed by the princess.

The idea seemed strange now... The princess was going to enter in his apartments, more beautiful than ever. He had already imagined the princess coming here, but it was in other circumstances ... Once he arrived, he opened the door and waved his arm to let her in. Jasmine had never been to his apartments. The place was dark, like the vizier. She was not surprised. She turned to face him, not knowing what to do now.

"Nobody will come here to get you princess." Jafar said now in front of her.

"I do not doubt. And now what are we doing ?" she asked.

"We are waiting until tonight, and your father will see that you will not come to dinner so he will worry and search you all over the palace. And that is when I will formalize your disappearance."

"Hmmm I see. There are a few hours before the evening meal... I'm going to have to find an occupation..."

Jafar did not answer and could not help but look at her body.

"Princess you are beautiful..." Jafar finally confesses, not knowing at all what reaction she will adopt.

"Um, thank you..." Jasmine contented herself. Embarrassed, she changed the subject. "How long are I going to have to hide here ?" she asked.

"I do not know. How long do you think it will be necessary ?"

"... Three days maybe ?" she suggested.

"Are you aware that you will not be able to get out of here ? You will be condemned to bear my presence for three whole days." Jafar pointed out, attentive to her reaction.

"That does not bother me." she said with a slight smile.

"Good... As you wish." Jafar replied with the same smile. "You'll take my bed to sleep. And do not worry about the sheets, they've all been changed." he added sarcastically.

"I would not want you to sleep on the ground because I'm here..." she replied.

"Do you suggest that I sleep with you ?" joked Jafar.

Jasmine felt herself blush, and did not answer, too genious for that.

"Do not worry, I will not sleep on the floor, I have a spare mattress." he said, smiling at her reaction.

"Very good." Jasmine contented herself. She could not help but smile at the situation. She had to admit that Jafar had a some charm, to which she was not insensible.

"What will we do if our strategy does not work...? And if my dad always wants to get married once it's all over..." Jasmine feared.

"Do not worry. I know your father, he will not want to force you to meet these men and dare not do it again. Trust me princess." reassured Jafar.

"Call me Jasmine..." she said with a slight, charming smile. Jafar smiled back and bit his bottom lip. His desire for her was constantly increasing, without him being able to do anything. He did not have the habit of being helpless...

"Jasmine ..." he said again. He saw the princess lightly pass her tongue between her lips. Imagining all sorts of things, he could not stay in this room for a second longer. So he went to his balcony without another word. Jasmine smiled slightly, aware of the effect she had on him. The charm was really... enjoyable she thought. She liked to feel powerful. No man had ever been more affected than Jafar by her charm. Before he asked him to kiss her, she had never noticed that the vizier gave her such special attention. She slightly lost her smile when she realized that she had completely forgotten to take a change to sleep... The situation was likely to become more embarrassing than it already was.

On his balcony, Jafar blew a big blow, hoping to lower the heat of his body. He turned his head behind him and saw the princess lying on his bed. Faced with this vision, he immediately turned his head to the sky. How was he going to stay with the princess for three days and two nights... He would not hold on, he thought. A few minutes later, Jafar returned to his room.

"Is the bed comfortable enough for you Jasmine ?" Jafar smiled as he saw her stretching out on his sheets.

"Yes, perfectly. Contrary to what one might think, I'm not difficult you know."

Jafar did not answer, just looking at her.

"What were you doing on the balcony ?" Jasmine asked with a slight smile.

"Oh, not much. I was just taking the fresh air."

"Hmmm..." she whispered. "Do you seem to disturb Jafar...?" she challenged him.

"Why do you say that ?" he replied, astonished at her remark.

"I do not know... It looks like you're avoiding me." She guessed.

"If I wanted to avoid you I would not accept a contract like this." replied the vizier.

"I did not see things in this sense ..."

"Ah yes ? And in what sense do you see them in this case ?" Jafar smiled, wondering if she was aware of the attraction he had for her.

"Hmmm give up. I'm probably wrong." she says. Jasmine had to admit it, she liked to provoke him in this way. He was attracted to the princess and she knew it. But she was scared at the same time. That was a very strange situation... Since that kiss, something had changed. It's as if a game between them had settled. How could she like this situation with this man ?

"Very good." Jafar turned and headed for his bathroom, but Jasmine's voice held him back.

"Hmmm I realized earlier that I do not think about taking change to sleep..." she stressed.

At this news, Jafar's eyes widened. Would she sleep naked or in underwear just a few steps from him ? Or was she going to ask him to get what she needed from her rooms ? He regained his senses and turned to Jasmine.

"And you want me to go get something to cover you...?" he finished, expecting a positive response from her. But against all odds, that's not what he heard.

"Well, I do not want to bother you. I thought to sleep in underwear... It happens sometimes and if you do not mind... I do not mind..." she said with a slight smile.

"It's not me that will disturb princess." he said sarcastically, returning her smile.

"Very good." she said simply.

Jafar went back to his bathroom. Once alone, he passed a hand on his crotch area. His manhood was hurting him ... Not being able to satisfy his desire was becoming more and more painful. He felt his excitement mount more and more knowing that evening, the princess would be half naked in bed. Her beautiful curves just a few meters from him, without being able to touch them... He caressed slightly, and a few seconds later, he put some water on the face to refresh a little. He waited a few minutes for the time to regain control and then returned to his room.

"Well, it's time. At this time, your father must be looking for you everywhere. I'm going to tell him about your disappearance, Jasmine."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your return." she said boldly, a slight seductive smile at the corner of her lips. But what's wrong with me ? I should not do that and get into his game... By dint of playing with fire, I will eventually burn me... thought Jasmine.

Jafar was confused by her attitude. It looks like she was playing with him... No, he should not think of anything, it was not the moment to indulge his desires. He left his room without saying a word, and he blew a big blow once outside.

"This woman will kill me." he whispered. He went to the throne room and saw the sultan, all mad, as expected.

"Majesty, what's going on ?"

To be continued...