Page 8 of Orc Charming

“I guess I should get to bed,” she said, rising. “You must be tired too. I’ve got some extra things in my bathroom you can use. Oh! I mentioned seeing if Dad has anything that might fit you.”

She hurried from the room, taking stairs down to another level, returning within a few moments. “Mom must’ve gotten ridof them. The boxes are gone. I’m sorry. I don’t believe anything of mine will fit.”

“I agree.” The top of her head only came to my mid-chest.

I looked down at the silly outfit I’d traded for the elaborate costume I wore when I fled. “I can wear this.” Frankly, this entire situation was humbling. I was used to telling my butler what I wanted to wear, and he’d make it appear. Now the only clothing I possessed was what I wore on my back.

Cat didn’t seem to mind that I had nothing.

“You’ll want to change eventually,” she said. “And shower in the morning.”

“I have an undergarment on. Will it do for sleep?”

Her face cleared. “I suppose you can wear that. Toss your clothing into the hall.” She nudged her head in that direction. “I’ll run them through the washer and the dryer when I get up in the morning. At least they’ll be clean for you to wear tomorrow. We can go to the thrift store after work.”

Standing, I stripped off the shirt and nudged the pants down around my ankles.

“Wait, wait,” she said weakly. She gulped as her gaze slid down my frame like a caress. “Do you, um, work out a lot?”

I peered down at my body. “I practice various battle techniques.”

“With what kind of weapon?”

“A long sword. Mace. Everything, actually. I need to be well versed in them all.”

“Why?” She couldn’t seem to direct her attention to my face, and truly, I didn’t mind. My cock liked her stare and started shifting behind the thin cotton of my undergarment.

“In case I need to use one of them to defend myself.”

“Who’d bother to attack you?”

Everyone. There were many who’d be happy to eliminate me if they thought they could elevate themselves or one of theirselect family members to my place in line for the throne. “It’s good to know how to defend myself.”

“I guess you could be robbed.” She shook her head and held out her hand for the clothing.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I’ll get the washer going. Goodnight.” Without another word, she spun and ran from the room.

Chapter 3

Cat

“Order’s up,” Wilfred called out, dropping a full plate onto the sill between the kitchen and bar.

Deegar was escorting Marge and her best friend, Harriet, to a booth. Harriet walked a few steps behind them, her head tilted to gape at Deegar’s ass. I couldn’t blame her. It was cute and slightly rounded. He gestured for them to sit at the booth and handed them menus.

Marge introduced him to Harriet, and her cheeks brightened. She patted her purple-hued gray hair she had styled twice a week and grinned, revealing her pearly dentures.

He took her hand and bowed over it.

“Go on, now,” Harriet said, tugging her hand away. “You’d think I was a princess or something.”

“All women are princesses,” he declared.

With a grin, I grabbed the order and hurried it over to Dr. Yang. “Here you go. Let me top off your coffee.” He’d drained the cup.

He craned his neck to look around. “I thought Deegar was my server today.” This morning, Deegar had taken more than one booth.

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