Jasper head felt so groggy as he opened his sapphire blue eyes.
'So this is, what, the morning after, a night of clubbing in Paris, feels like'.
He thought, as his poor head thumped. His mouth was oh so dry and Jasper felt so disoriented. It took him a few minutes to comprehend, where he actually was.
He was in a bed that much he knew. And the bed was definitely not his own. This bed was soft, warm and comfortable; it felt like he was floating on a cloud. He felt so Zen and relaxed that he just hugged the pillow tighter, and at that same moment he felt some weight shift in the bed.
He watched silently, out of one eye, as a near naked woman rose from the bottom of the bed, and left the room. There was no backward glance; she did not even looking at him or the other person in the bed. As his memory slowly came back, he could not say he was at all surprised; she was pissed at them both. It was she, who was supposed to be where he was lying now he knew that much. He should have been at the other side of the door, but Miss X had passed out, unable to keep up with ...the Princess's drug intake. Jasper closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, finally realising where he was, and that it wasn't a dream.
He Jasper Frost, had, had The Princess of England several times last night and this morning and to top it all off, was still in her bed.
How it had all started was still a bit blurry.
He remembered getting to Paris fine.
Flying in the helicopter over the channel, and then flying near the Eiffel tower, how the lights on the French landmark looked so impressive.
He was full of hope then.
He just had to remain stoic, rigid and in control, and this job would be a cake walk.
How bad could she really be?
Now thinking about it, with hindsight, he knew he had been naive.
Eleanor, Princess or not drunk, like a fish, he had never seen a woman consume so much alcohol and still be standing. Yet, he thought it would be okay. That no matter what she threw at him, he would catch it. There was one slight problem to this theory, Princess Eleanor was unlike any woman he had ever met, if you did not know what she was going to do next, how could you counteract it?
As the night progressed, it became increasingly hard for him, the consummate professional to maintain his cool. The drugs taking and the drunken debauchery ramped up several notches, and then there were the hangers' on. He remembered the array of men and women, hanging onto her every word, vying for her attention. Agreeing with everything she said, even if she was talking shit and laughing at her stale jokes. If he had a machine gun, he would quite happily mow them all down. They were the lowest form of pond life, rich idiots with more money than sense. However none were royalty. Eleanor's reprobate friends only wanted the money, the power and the fame, none of them really gave a damn about the Princess. She had lost her brother two days ago, and he had not heard one condolence, from any of them.
With friends like that, who needed enemies?
Finally, hours later Eleanor was ready to go, except by now an annoying mousey blonde, had latched onto her. This woman was all over the Princess like a cheap suit. The drugs and drink had eroded any rational thinking from the Princess's, and much to Jasper's dismay the obnoxious blonde was also in the chopper.
What had been a lovely ride going out, was now a living nightmare. The Princess and the blonde were attempting to make out in a helicopter with no leg room. He had seen many things in Vegas but this was ridiculous, and to top it all off, the mousey blonde was a right stuck-up bitch, with serious delusions of grandeur. When embarking into the helicopter, she had thrown her coat at Jasper. She had laughed as the coat covered his face, and nearly took out his left eye. Jasper had lost his cool then, and had wanted to sit with the pilot, but Princess Eleanor had insisted he sit with them, so he could guard her body. Begrudgingly he had to sit with them, and watch the live show.
He, Jasper Frost, was no prude;
In fact their frolicking was turning him on.
What red blooded man would not be turned on by two hot women making out?
Even if one of had suspect motives.
His time in Vegas had taught him to spot the hustlers and this one clearly was. When the chopper landed on the lawn, he knew he would have a task to somehow get the two back to Eleanor's rooms. All he had to do was get them in there, shut the door and his duties for this night were finished.