His Royal Tempness

MM Fantasy Romance

A fairy prince who can’t figure out the copier. A human stuck training him.

When my boss said she was hiring a temp to help out at the office, I thought: great. Maybe someone competent enough to keep me from drowning in emails for a week.

Instead, I got him.

Ryn is… impossible. Gorgeous, overdressed, and somehow both charming and completely useless. He can’t work the copier. He thinks a spreadsheet is a kind of spell. And he keeps calling me “darling” like we’re in a 19th-century romance novel.

Oh—and he’s apparently a fairy prince in exile, “hiding” in the mortal world while things cool off back home.

Which, of course, makes him my problem.

Now I’m stuck teaching him how to answer phones without enchanting anyone, how to stop glamoring the clients into giving us all their money, and how to actually file things without conjuring sparkles all over the supply closet.

He says he needs me—to help him “blend in,” whatever that means. But the way he keeps watching me when he thinks I’m not looking? The way he leans in close when he asks about “mortal customs”—like kissing in the elevator or hooking up after work—I’m starting to think Ryn has other things on his royal agenda.

And if I’m not careful, I might just let him get away with it.