Page 87 of My Five Daddies

“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 excitedin.

“Calm down,” I say to her. “People arestaring.”

“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 ortwice.

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

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

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

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

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 secondtime.

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

“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 castledecorum.

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

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

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

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

“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 glancesdown.

“Are you okay?” I askher.

“Hazel,” she says. “Are youdense?”

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 babyprince.

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 ever seen a man with a body like that, sculpted and absolutely perfect. He knows it, too, which makes it that muchsexier.

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 hideit.

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

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

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

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

“He is huge, yes?” sheasks.

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

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