For weeks, he came to see me, his eyes following me as I worked the pole. Anyone would have noticed him. A man as gorgeous, obviously rich, and young doesn’t really belong in the kind of seedy joint where I take my clothes off to pay the bills. Callum Noble. An actual, bona fide prince. Or royal psycho, as I call him. I got a feeling he was there for me specifically, but I didn’t think he’d approach me with an offer like that. I certainly didn’t think I’d accept. Royal Doll is for very naughty readers.