Page 27 of Maid for the Alien Prince

But that searing glare he’d given me, the way it made my entire body relax, feel loose, and tight down there…

I couldn’t have mistaken it, could I?

The room seemed unbearably quiet—at complete odds with what would transpire there within the next few minutes…

If he turned up.

Maybe it was all a sick, twisted game, and he wouldn’t show up at all, but his pal Ges would. I shivered at the thought.

I sat on the bed, my hands pressing into the firm mattress. Should I get dressed in one of the sexy costumes from the wardrobe? No, I decided. I didn’t want to make it look like I was too willing.

Then maybe I should lay on the bed and get comfortable? Lay in what he might think was a seductive pose? No, for the same reason above.

I folded my arms across my chest, my knee bouncing with irritation that he should take so long to come to me.

I’m busy! I have things I need to do!

Then I made a decision:

If he didn’t come within the next minute, I would leave.

Yes, I thought. At least then, I could delay the inevitable.

That was much better than having to go through with this thing right here and now.

I counted down the seconds…

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My body began to shake and I could barely control my nerves.

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I gnawed on my fingernails, a bad habit that I thought I had kicked ten years earlier.

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That’s it!

I couldn’t wait any longer. The tension was killing me.

I felt relieved that I had carried out my duty—it wasn’t my fault he had taken so long to get to me—after all, there was no signal, no secret wink or handshake or word that he needed to activate me and let me know he was ready for bonking.

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