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CHAPTER1
Kitty
Oh my God, there he is again. My heart throbs as I watch Prince Eric race down the palace driveway in a black sports car. I’m not usually impressed by wealth, but something about the way he handles that vehicle makes my body go insane.
I bite my lip as naughty thoughts run through my mind: fantasies of his hands stroking me like he does the soft leather of the steering wheel. Then a visualization of our bodies colliding on a fluffy feather bed as he pushes me down. My cry of surprise rising in the air as he takes his shaft out, making my eyes pop open with shock, hunger, and …
Oh my god, what am I doing?I flap my hand in front of my face, trying to create a breeze before my sweaty visage. I know I shouldn’t be fantasizing about our prince’s toolbox, but I can’t help myself because Eric’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s known as the Playboy Prince around town, and the first time I saw him in person proved those words right.
It's embarrassing, really. I’d been cleaning one of the bathrooms on the second level of the castle when I heard a big splash from outside. Out of curiosity, I moved the delicate satin curtain to the side and peered out of the window. Sure enough, it was Eric washing his Maserati. Of course, there are a million servants to do the task for him, but he likes taking care of his baby himself.
But as usual, the prince looked like an Olympic athlete. His bronzed, muscular body glistened in the sunlight as rivulets of sweat trickled down that carved chest. His thighs were heavy and broad, and the tight breeches couldn’t disguise the enormous package within. My heart raced as I stared at that bulge, wondering what it would be like for a woman to take it. Would I be able to stretch? Would he have to work it in slow? Maybe even pin me down in order to ease that massive size inside?
My thoughts were so naughty, and yet I couldn’t stop them. My thighs clenched together with need even as my panties soaked themselves. I gazed at the handsome prince, wishing he would run up the palace stairs to find me where I stood, before pinning me against the wall and thrusting his massive rod into my willing form.
But who am I kidding? I’m a lowly maid at the palace, and no one ever notices me. Even the head housekeeper barely recognizes me some days, and I’ve worked here a while now. Mary will stare at me with a squint sometimes, as if trying to place me in her mind. Then, the middle-aged woman rolls her eyes and says, “Oh yes.Youagain.”
That about sums up my importance in this place. But what am I going to do? I’m a lowly chambermaid, and we’re taught to stay out of sight. We scuttle like mice through the nooks and crannies of the castle, always with a mop, a bucket, or serving plate in hand.
As you can see, my chances of interacting with the handsome prince are about zero to nil. In fact, as I stared out of the window, footsteps approached and of course, it wasn’t the heir to the Chromian throne coming to fulfill my fantasies. Instead, it was Mary herself with a new task at hand. I’m sure I looked flushed and restless, but she barely noticed. The older woman merely announced that there’d been an “accident” in one of the bottom floor privies, and I was to clean it up. Eeew. Gross. That put me back in my place in a flash.
But ever since that day (or really, ever since I came to work at the palace), I just can’t stop thinking about Prince Eric. He’s on my mind even when I’m not mopping, dusting, or scouring. Every time I catch a glimpse of him is like a little slice of Heaven, although I’ve only ever seen him from a distance, of course. Obviously, the handsome man’s never noticed me, and why would he? I’m just one of the hundreds of maids who serve in the Chromian palace. We probably look all the same to him.
Ugh. I feel so silly for wanting someone who doesn’t even know I exist, but when Prince Eric around, it’s like time slows down. My pounding heart drowns out every sound around me, and I lose control over all of my senses. I’d give anything to be held in his strong arms as our lips touch in a passionate kiss, but I know that will never happen. It’s just a pipe dream, and I need to stay real.
“How are you making out over there?” Aunt Nellie calls out to me. My aunt is the one who got me this job, and she’s busy dusting a bookshelf on the far end of the sitting room. Luckily, her back is turned, so she didn’t notice me daydreaming. After all, she’ddieif she knew what I was thinking. Don’t get me wrong: my aunt’s a kindly and sweet older lady, but I think evenshewould chastise me for making eyes at the Prince of Chromia. After all, we’re just commoners. Even worse, I’m literally a maid who scrubs toilets. I’d be lucky to marry a blacksmith, or maybe a middle-class merchant if I get super-fortunate.
“I’m almost done on this side,” I reply in a chirpy voice, trying to appear alert.
“Good,” Aunt Nellie hums as she continues to dust.
I step back and take a look at my side of the room to make sure I haven’t missed a spot. It looks good because even if my work is humble, I take pride in doing a good job, and my area sparkles. I smile with satisfaction, and glance back at Aunt Nellie. She still isn’t finished yet, and she looks like she could use some assistance.
“Do you need any help, Aunt Nellie?” I call out as I walk to the opposite side of the royal sitting room.
“Oh, could you, dear?” she asks as she glances back at me.
“Of course,” I reply. After all, if it weren’t for my loving aunt, I wouldn’t even have this job. Nellie’s been working here at the castle for over twenty years now, and I’ve never once heard her complain about this place. She’s always in a chipper mood, even on the gloomiest of days.
“Thank you, Kitty,” she says, flashing a grin.
“No. Thankyou, Aunt Nellie. You did me a huge favor by getting me a job here.”
My elderly relative nods and pats her graying bun.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart, but even though I got you the job, you’re the one who puts in the hard work to keep it. I’ve heard some of the other staff talking about how well you’ve been doing. They’re saying that there’s a possibility you could be getting a promotion soon! You have a bright future here, Kitty,” she hums.
It’s great to be acknowledged for all of my hard work, but at the same time, my feelings are mixed. I mean, I don’t really see myself having a future here. Who would? I’m a chambermaid and aspire to greater things in life! What those are exactly, I’m not sure yet, but there’s the great wide world to explore at the very least.
Then again, I hate to burst Nellie’s bubble because she’s been here for twenty years, so I’m basically criticizing her choices. But still. I can’t picture myself still scrubbing the royal latrines two decades from now. That would be so sad, right? As a result, I manage a wobbly smile.
“I’m truly grateful for the opportunity to serve the royal family. These last three months have been a pleasure, but I still hope to go to college one day,” I reply in a tentative voice. Nellie smiles warmly at me as she takes ahold of my hand.
“Of course, dear. And you will. I’m sure no college will deny a hard-working young woman with the royal palace on her resume,” she says. “You’re one in a million!”
I hold back a snort because sometimes, it feels like there are a million chambermaids rushing around the palace. But I nod politely.
“Didn’t you want to go to college when you were my age, Aunt Nellie?” I ask. “Didn’t you dream of, I don’t know … reading world literature, and learning French? Or how about Russian or Greek? It sounds amazing, right?”
