Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Then, I turn to the connecting door to the prince’s bedroom. The bedroom will be nothing compared to the bathroom, I’m sure. Nodding to myself, I quickly push the cart into the darkened space, and begin humming as my eyes adjust. Suddenly, a monster rises from the sheets, huge and ferocious. It’s huge, at least ten feet tall with an enormous shaggy head and fangs that gleam white in the low lights.
“Ahhhhh!” I scream, clutching the cart in terror. “Ohhhh!”
The monster grunts with surprise, shaking its shaggy black head before settling back into the sheets.
“Who the fuck are you?” it demands in a sleepy voice. Oh shit, oh shit! It’s Prince Eric! He was sleeping this entire time and I’ve barged in to disturb his rest.
“Oh, ah, I’m … ah no one,” I stammer while trying to back out of the room at the same time. Of course, it’s hopeless. My cart gets jammed on the carpet and no matter what I do, I can’t tug it loose despite my desperate attempts.
Meanwhile, Eric sits up in bed, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can see that he’s nude. Oh my god, oh my god. His bare, bronze chest is exposed and is that …? Yes, it’s a six pack, complete with a dark line of hair leading from his navel to down there. The prince stares at me like he’s just seen an intruder, and of course, that’s exactly what I am. I have to say something, anything. Yet I can’t get any words out. My tongue is tied, my eyes are fixated on his bulging muscles, and my panties are already going damp. I want to climb on top of this massive male animal and grind myself against those huge muscles. I want to do all sorts of dirty things, but who am I kidding? I’m a pudgy, frumpy chambermaid who also happens to be sweaty, dirty, and stinking of cleaning fluid at the moment.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” I mutter with my head down. “Let me just get my cart and go.”
Eric winks at me.
“Well, you might want to fix that first,” he drawls.
I stare at him.
“Fix what?”
Those blue eyes glint with amusement, stopping me in my tracks.
“Your skirt,” he says, gesturing in back of him, miming something. Immediately, I wrench around. Oh shit! Somehow, when I was bent over, the skirt of my maid’s uniform got tucked into the back of my panties, and I’m basically now mooning the gorgeous prince. How in the world did this happen? Even worse, I’m wearing a g-string today and all that flesh is bouncing and jiggling in the most obscene way possible.
“Oh shit!” I half-shriek, half-gasp. “Oh no!” Quickly, I yank my skirt back in place before stammering an apology. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Your Highness,” I mutter as I grab the cart. With a vicious tug, the stuck wheel pulls loose and without another look, I bolt from the bedroom with my cleaning cart, rushing out the main room, and down the hallway to the elevator. I press the button repeatedly to open the doors, glancing down the hall every few seconds to make sure Prince Eric isn’t following me.
But of course, he isn’t. He probably thinks this whole thing was totally hysterical. My cheeks red and flushed, I rush onto the elevator, heart still hammering as the doors close. I can’t believe that just happened. I just humiliated myself in front of the heir of Chromia, flashing my naughty panties and showing him my big white moons. Oh god, oh god, that was embarrassing. I’m sure Prince Eric hates me now, or at the very least, he’s going to report my gaffe to Mary on the double. Then, I’ll be out of a job on my very first day. Oh shit!
CHAPTER 4
Eric
“Thanks, Morehouse,” I say as the steward places a breakfast spread in front of me.
“You’re welcome, Your Majesty,” he replies before disappearing from the dining room. “Bon appetit.”
I grab a strawberry and toss it into my mouth, still wondering about the woman I met this morning. Who was that? I don’t really pay attention to the palace staff, but I’m sure I would remember if I’d seen her before. Maybe she’s new. Or maybe she was just a dream? No. She had to have been real because there’s no way I imagined those large juicy tits and that plump ass. But who is she?
Of course, I’ve woken up to maids in my bedroom before, but laying eyes on my new visitor this morning was a pleasant surprise. Her curves were generous beneath the black and white maid’s uniform, with long brown hair pinned up neatly beneath the required frilly cap. But it’s the panties that have me salivating for more because beneath the dour maid’s uniform was a red lace thong that bisected gorgeous, full cheeks. Who wears that beneath a uniform? My mouth watered as my cock jerked beneath the sheets. All I know is that I have to see her again. Somehow, I have to find her.