Page 50 of Maid for the Alien Prince

He leaned towards one of the chairs to fall into it before I growled at him:

“Did I say you could sit?”

Ges’ head snapped toward me and for a fraction of an instant, I saw murderous rage filter across his face. Then he forced a smile onto his face and stood in what he probably assumed to be a submissive pose.

“As you wish.”

He didn’t call me Your Majesty or Your Highness.

Now that I thought of it, I couldn’t remember any time he had used it… except when he wanted something from me. Or maybe after he had already taken something from me.

It set my teeth on edge. “Something has come to my attention, and it concerns you.”

“Nothing bad, I hope,” he said around a toothy grin.

I didn’t reflect his grin back at him. “This morning, I was greeted by a face beaten black and blue, a young maid by the name of Emma. She says you beat her after you dragged her to your room and raped her.”

Ges rolled his eyes as if I had just accused him of sneaking a cookie from the kitchens. “Please. She wanted to go to my room. Ask any of the servants and they’ll tell you how she’s been drooling all over me. She can’t help herself.”

“Staff.”

“What?”

“They are staff, not servants.”

Ges shrugged his shoulders. “Staff, then. Ask them and they will tell you. Are we done here?”

He looked about ready to turn on his heel, but I wasn’t about to let him go yet.

“She says she didn’t want to go to your room, that you dragged her there against her will. In fact, there are witnesses who say they heard her screaming and saw her beating at you with her fists to stop you from taking her.”

Ges peered around the room and chuckled. “What is this? Some kind of joke?”

“I’m asking you a question. A very serious question. Are you lying to me?”

Ges’ expression became stern and the cords tightened in his neck. “When have I ever lied to you?”

“Apparently, every day.”

Ges’ temper rose to boiling point. “You know how it is during Steyatt. Sometimes things get a little… out of hand.” I felt sick at hearing my own words reflected back at me. “But I really did think that she was enjoying it. After all, she was squealing with joy.”

I slammed my hand on the desk. “She was not squealing with joy. It was with pain and fear and suffering. You did that to her, and you will make it up to her.”

“With a second round?” he said with a smirk and an arched eyebrow.

“Money will never repay the damage you have done to her but every credit you have earned up until now will be given to her to help her start a new life elsewhere or continue working here, whatever she pleases.”

Ges’ frown was wrinkled and fierce. “You have no right to take what is mine—”

“Just as you had no right to take what was not yours.”

The cords in his neck grew tight, as he ground his teeth hard, before turning his head to one side. “As you wish.”

I bent down to open the drawer and slammed the file on the desk. “Do you know what this is?”

Ges once again shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s a ledger of our accounts. It appears you’ve been making many withdrawals.”

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