The drive to Tristan's hotel took no more than fifteen minutes, but to Ruby, it felt like a lifetime of anticipation.
She was on the edge of her seat with excitement, she couldn't wait to get to the hotel so she could lounge in her bikini by the pool while the Natch men fawned over her like she was a princess.
Her heart beat faster than it had ever done before and her palms were wet and clammy.
As much as she was excited to do these things she still had anxiety.
She had spent the entire ride envisioning the two Sinclair brothers,handsome, sophisticated, the embodiment of high society's finest men.
Maybe they were like their eldest brother Tristan, brooding and powerful, with bright blue eyes that could set a woman's soul on fire. Or maybe they were charming and playful, the kind of men who knew how to make a girl feel like a princess while they spoilt her senseless.
Or maybe they were both, one dark and cold and the other charming like a fairytale prince.
