Maid for Pleasure 11

POV: JANNISA JOHANSSON

He stood up and yawned. I could imagine his body must hurt all over. He wasn't used to sitting on metal. My ass had grown accustomed to the steel.

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

"Sure. It's late." He said without looking at me.

I felt a little relief. The whole conversation had been awkward right from the start. He was the mean brutal Royal Playboy yet somehow he sounded like a normal person would. There was no angry outburst or physical altercation(even though I expected it a few times I spoke out of place).

"When you want me to kiss you, come to my quarters. Till then, it was nice talking to you, Jannisa." He said right before he walked out.

I wanted to stop him at that moment. I wanted to call his name and run into his arms and put my pale colorless lips on his beautiful lips. I wanted his manly hands on my body ravaging everything he felt like putting his hands on. I wanted him to make me feel like a woman for the first time in my damned life but that was just