Page 38 of Maid for the Alien Prince

At least, I thought I hadn’t been excited at the prospect. But when he told me he wished for me to enjoy the moment too, to give him feedback and let him know what I liked and disliked…

It was not what I was expecting at all.

And the delicious way with which he consumed me, tasting me as if I were a delicious banquet just for him…

It was a far cry from the hasty pump and dump I had expected.

I hurried to the bathroom and looked myself over. No one would have been any the wiser, I thought. I looked just as I had thirty minutes earlier when I entered the suite.

But underneath it all, I felt different.

Why didn’t he want me? I wondered. I thought the Ulsen couldn’t control themselves during their Steyatt? Prince Rayaw had controlled himself and dismissed me like I was nothing.

I felt equal parts angry and relieved—a strange and heady mix that made my head swim. As I left the suite and threaded my way back through the long hallways, I tried to ignore what had just happened.

I wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. I felt insecure, shocked that he had not taken full advantage of me. After all, he had me exactly where he wanted me and—

“Camila?”

I started and turned to find Emma standing in the library leaning against the doorframe with her hip. “I thought you were going for a short break, not taking half the day off!”

She was smiling, but it was curious. She wanted some form of gossip, but I was not the person to give it to her.

“Sorry,” I said, taking the rag out of my front apron pocket. “Time must have… slipped away from me.”

I drifted into a state of flow, losing myself to the task at hand. I thought about running and getting away from the palace—and it wasn’t the first time I had considered that!—but I would be damned if I would be accused of welching on our deal.

If Prince Rayaw decided not to use me during his Steyatt week, that was up to him. But I would not allow him to claim I hadn’t fulfilled my side of the bargain by running away.

I built up a good sweat and the concerns of the earlier scene in the Pink Petal Suite drifted from my mind. It was only interrupted when I heard the familiar “Eep!” from Emma’s lips as she hastily climbed off the table she had been bent over, turned around, and lowered her eyes to the floor, assuming her usual submission position.

When I turned, my heartrate beating hard and fast, I glanced up at the cause of her surprise. I had expected to find Rayaw standing there, but instead saw it was Ges.

My skin crawled at his presence. Distracted by my recent scene with the Prince, I had forgotten all about him.

He leered at both Emma and I, strutting into the library like he owned it. Perhaps, in a way, he did.

Prince Rayaw may have the title and possession of everything at the palace, but he took no interest in any of the wealth he had inherited.

Ges did, and that made him the new Prince in all but name. And he knew it.

Unlike Rayaw, he enjoyed the attention and power that came with such a position. “I see you girls are working very hard.”

There was a moment of silence and I realized he was expecting us to reply. “Yes, sir,” I said in unison with Emma.

Ges ran a finger over the tabletops. “The library has never looked so clean.”

“Thank you, sir,” we said again, with a slight curtsy.

Then he cleared his throat. “Camila? Prince Rayaw has requested for you to perform your… duty in the Pink Petal Suite. I trust you know the way there?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. That will be all.”

He turned and marched out of the room.

I shared a look with Emma, whose eyes were as wide as mine. Apparently for the same reason.

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