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Prince Player(7)

By:B. B. Hamel


“Thank you,” I answer, and look back at Hazel. “Duty calls. See you later, Hazel.”

She bites her lower lip. “See you.”

I turn away and follow the steward down the hall, heart beating fast. I don’t know what it is about that girl, but I’m fascinated.

I know I’m not going to stop before I have her. Maybe it’s stupid and I should pay more attention to my real task here, but I can’t help myself. I deserve a little taste of something good to help make all this shit a little easier.

And I can tell she’s going to taste very, very good.





4





Hazel





“You did WHAT?”

Britta stares at me like I have two heads and I can’t help but glance around. She’s being pretty loud, and we’re in a quiet little pub around the corner from the castle. We’re on our lunch break and still wearing our uniforms, so we can’t draw attention. It’s not the sort of place you should get excited in.

“Calm down,” I say to her. “People are staring.”

“I don’t care about them,” she says, her eyes wide. Britta has beautiful blue eyes and thick blonde hair. Her skin is so pale that I’m pretty sure I can see all of her organs. She’s very pretty, and when we go out together, guys usually pay more attention to her than to me. Though we’ve only gone out once or twice.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” I say to her. “I just stumbled in on him and he was really nice about it.”

“You saw Prince Nolan in his underwear?” she hisses, practically falling out of her chair.

I grin at her and shrug. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Tell. Me. Everything.” She pounds on the table between each word.

I’m afraid she’s going to have a stroke or something from all this excitement, so I launch into the story. I tell her about cleaning that wing of the castle, which she’s very familiar with, and walking in on the prince. I even tell her about how he came to see me a second time.

“I can’t believe you didn’t knock,” she chastises me. “You’re going to get fired.”

“Don’t act like you always knock,” I say. Of course she mentions the knocking thing, she can’t help herself when it comes to castle decorum.

“Of course I do.” She looks a little smug. “You know my family is proud of what we do.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, if I had knocked, I wouldn’t have seen him standing there in just his underwear.”

“Describe it,” she says, getting seriously suddenly. She leans toward me across the table.

I raise an eyebrow. “Uhm, it was a little awkward. He gave me this cocky smile, and I apologized and ran away.”

“No, not the situation,” she says slowly. “Describe… it.”

I stare at her for a second, not understanding. Her eyes get a little wider and she glances down.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“Hazel,” she says. “Are you dense?”

I suddenly understand what she’s trying to say, and I can’t help but burst out in laughter. “You want me to describe his package!” I say, cackling.

“The royal package,” she whispers very seriously. It only makes me laugh that much harder. “It’s no joke, Hazel. From those loins, that man can make royalty. Do you understand that? Royalty, Hazel!”

I can barely breathe. I knew Britta and her family practically worshipped the royals, but I had no clue how obsessed she really was. She wants me to describe his junk all because that’s the magic cock that can create a little baby prince.

Truth is though, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. That man is a cocky asshole, but he’s so damn handsome. I don’t think I’ve never seen a man with a body like that, sculpted and absolutely perfect. He knows it, too, which makes it that much sexier.

When he ran into me the second time, I couldn’t help but glance down at his royal lower half. I kept picturing him bulging out of his briefs, practically tearing out. The man is enormous, and he wasn’t trying to hide it.

“Please, Hazel,” Britta says, reaching across the table. She takes my hands between hers and stares at me very intently. “I’m begging you.”

“Okay,” I say, shaking my head. “But only because you saved my life.”

“Yes, of course, you owe me a debt a million times over,” she says quickly. “Now describe it.”

“He’s a lucky man,” I say slowly. Britta practically groans, which is weird.

“He is huge, yes?” she asks.

I pull my hands away from her. “Okay, this is getting weird.”