JENNY

Jenny's heart was pounding as she tightened the metal buckle around her waist. She'd arrived with a million questions, the questions had only increased when she'd seen a jet on the runway. Was she meant to be on it? What was this job? Who was she playing? Where were they going? And why did this dress make her itch in awkward to reach places?

But now she only had one; who the hell was that man and what was this strange effect he had on her?

She glanced up at the man again discretely. There was something so familiar about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Jenny heard the engines getting louder and felt the speed of the plane as it started racing down the runway. She was fighting the urge to look back at him and decided to pick up a magazine in the high hopes that it would distract her. But it was taking all her energy not to look up at him, and all her control to keep turning the pages. And then she saw it...and the penny dropped. It dropped with a loud resounding thud.

"Seen out and about this week: The notorious One Night Nasser fulfills every guys fantasy when he was seen going home with not one, but two models after the MTV Base party on Thursday night."

What? She snapped her head up and looked at him again. Glared. It was him! 'One Night Nasser, 'The Play Boy Prince' and all those other things she'd heard him called in the tabloids. It was him, in the living, breathing, inconveniently attractive flesh. Jenny wasn't impressed and immediately recoiled. She'd read the gossip magazines, she'd heard the stories, she knew of his reputation, and he was a total womanizing bastard. Not to mention completely arrogant and drunk on his own self-importance. What the double, triple, quadruple crapping hell was she doing on a private jet with this man? And how on earth would Rafiq know such a man?

Suddenly the man in question was on his feet. He was striding up the aisle and he was coming straight towards her. She folded her arms across her chest and tried to look at cool and unimpressed as she possibly could. It was an easy expression to adopt, since it was exactly how she was feeling.

"Hello. I'm crown Prince Zayn Nasser, and you must be Jenny Simm. Lovely to meet you." He stepped forward and extended a large (beautiful) hand.

She stared up at him trying to convey her disdain. Sure, he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen, but she guessed this made him even more dangerous and deadly to the opposite sex. Women probably fell in love with him at the drop of a fashionable hat.

Well, not her! Oh no. Now that she knew who he was, she was completely immune to his good looks, impervious to his charms and was not going to fall for his tricks.

ZAYN

She stared at his hand for the longest time and he wondered if she was ever going to take it.

"Hello. I'm crown Prince Zayn Nasser. It's nice to meet you." He repeated himself in case she hadn't heard him. "It's really lovely to–"

But before he could finish, she cut him off. Her pretty face scrunched into a scowl."I know exactly who you are. I've read about you in the papers."

"Well, I hope you don't believe everything you read." He tried his killer smile on her- it usually turned women into puddles. But this time, it didn't.

"Shouldn't I?" her eyes darkened.

"No!" The word came out fast and firm and he could see it had unnerved her somewhat. "This introduction isn't going very well, is it?" he said.

"I guess not." Indignation lit up her pretty blue eyes. God she was cute.

"Yes. It's not quite what I imagined." He said and slid languidly into the seat opposite her.

"And what exactly did you imagine?" her tone was flat and cold.

"The usual. Maybe some hand shaking, exchanging of smiles and pleasantries, some flirtatious small talk, woman usually like me, you know." He tried the killer smile again, still nothing.

"God you're arrogant." She said and turned away from him.

He was officially taken aback. This was the first woman he'd met in years, no, maybe in his entire life that wasn't responding to his charms. He could usually break these responses down into two categories; there were the women that blinked coyly and giggled nervously, and then there were the other ones who simply threw themselves at him shamelessly and usually landed on his dick! But she was neither.

Jenny looked around the empty plane. "Where are all the other people? The crew, director, producer? Some one, anyone other than just you."

"It's lovely to meet you too." Zayn said flatly.

"Sarcastic as well as arrogant." Jenny snapped back.

"Some people find it quite charming."

"Well, I'm not one of them."

The prince gave up. His attempt at witty banter was failing dismally. "We have a long flight ahead of us, can't we at least pretend to be civil?"

"Where are we going?"

"Burmaine."

"Where's that?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"Only when no one gives me any answers. Rafiq said everything would be explained to me when I got here, what I would be doing for him–"

"It's not what you'll be doing for him, Miss. Simm. It's what you'll be doing for me that really matters." He met her eyes and he could see she was very confused. It caused her brow to furrow in the cutest way. "Rafiq employed you on my behalf. You'll be working for me."

Her face said it all. Her jaw slackened and her eyes widened in shock.

"I... I don't understand. What is this job?" She stuttered while looking around the plane as if she was frightened. "You need to tell me now, or turn his plane around and take me home." She glanced out of the window at the city lights getting further and further away.

"I belive you signed something saying that once you were on this plane, there was no turning back."

Jenny clenched her fists together. Right now she felt totally deceived. How could she have trusted Rafiq, a man she didn't know. What had she gotten herself into by signing on that line.

She heard Zayn take a deep breath, as if he was readying himself for the story of a lifetime. Which he was, because then he launched into it all. Jenny couldn't believe what she was hearing now. It was far worse than she could ever have imagined. Not in her wildest dreams would playing a princes fake fiancé have ever crossed her mind.

"Hang on a second!" She held her hand up and stopped him mid sentence. Her face reddened with a mixture of embarrassment and fury. "You can forget it if you think I'm going to sleep with you. I don't care how much money you're paying me. I'm not some prostitute you can buy." Maybe this was Pretty Woman Two?

"You don't have to sleep with me, I assure you. My family are very conservative, we wouldn't even be allowed to share a bed before marriage anyway."

Jenny eyeballed Zayn, scrutinizing him for the telltale signs of lying. A shifting of his gaze, a tensing in his body or a rising inflection in his voice. But nothing. He was telling the truth.

"Why are you doing this? Surely you can get any...most, woman you want?" She corrected herself quickly. She didn't want him to think that she was on the menu.

He smiled slowly. "My father hasn't really approved of my choice of woman over the years–"

Jenny scoffed loudly and it stopped his talking. "I can't for the life of me understand why not. Those half-naked models you date all seem so nice. And that stripper you were dating a while ago, she seemed great. Really classy. Perfect princess material. " She couldn't care less about offending him at this stage. She was so offended herself that she had been dragged into this mess. So she lashed out with as much sarcasm as she could muster.

She looked up at Zayn, but could see that her sarcasm wasn't having the desired effect. Instead, he was looking at her and smiling. Then he did something so alarming, so totally, hideously inappropriate. He leaned in closer to her. He stopped by her hair for a second and she swore she heard him smell it, then he leaned in even more until his lips were touching her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and she winced- it wasn't in pain.

"Girls like that are good for... fucking. But they're not the type to take home to mom and dad."

Jenny gasped loudly and then coughed as the air got stuck in the back of her throat. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. A part of her was completely disgusted and horrified, but there was another part of her that was so turned on right now. The prince smiled at her with such a smug look of self-satisfaction that she wanted to slap him.

He leaned back in his chair nonchalantly and crossed his legs, "So as I was saying," He continued talking as if he didn't have a care in the world, as if all of this was nothing out of the ordinary to him. Business as usual. "My father hasn't approved of my choice of women over the years and he's given me an ultimatum. Unless I settle down with the right woman, he'll cut me off and I will not ascend to the thrown. And he gave me until my 27th birthday to do it, which is in 4 days time. That's why you're here. I've chosen you because you're nothing like any of the other woman I've dated–"

Jenny shot out of her seat as if it had spontaneously combusted, "Because I'm not some sexy model?" Wow! His statement hurt her more than she could explain. It painfully dawned on her that she really had been the ugly duckling in that casting, and that was the real reason she'd gotten the job.

"No. You're beautiful." He said quickly jumping out of his seat as well.

"What?" Jenny wasn't buying that. In fact, she wasn't buying any of this. She narrowed her cold, sardonic eyes. "I think you're a liar and I think what you're doing, trying to deceive your family like this, is disguising and deceitful. I want you to turn this plane around immediately and take me home."

"You know I can't do that." He said flatly. "Whether you like it or not, I've just hired you for a job that I expect you to do."

She groaned angrily and looked away. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore. "And how is this whole thing going to end. I take it there won't be a happily ever after for us, will there?" she asked.

"You're going to break up with me. Preferably publically."

Jenny hung her head and buried her face in her hands. She couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into. "And why am I breaking up with you?"

"I don't know- because you realize you're still in love with your ex, or the pressures of a royal life aren't for you, or something like that. You're creative, I'm sure you'll come up with something."

It was all becoming so crystal clear to her. "Leaving you to play the heartbroken, grieving fiancé, eliciting even more sympathy from your parents, showing them what a changed man you really are. Clever."

Jenny wished she was off this plane right now and back in her crummy, dirty little flat. Telling a lie was one thing, but this deception was on a whole other level and she didn't want to have any part in it. 

Unfortunately, she also now didn't have a choice in the matter.