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A girl named Carter is the servant to a prince named Brendan- one day while Carter is cooking in the kitchen things get a little hort.


Submitted:Apr 24, 2012    Reads: 266    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Serving Mr Sexy

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I hummed to my favourite song as I placed the cake in the oven, my oversized white t-shirt hanging loosely away from my chest.

"Smells good." A voice said from behind me and I turned to see Prince Brendan standing there smirking at me as I blushed bright red. Just then I looked down and noticed the t-shirt coming dangerously close to revealing my breasts and pulled the sleeves up, Brendan's smirk growing wider.

"Can't you accept a compliment, Carter?" He teased, and my blush was obviously very noticable because he was smiling widely at me.

"I can, it's just that you're wrong." I blurted, and he raised one eyebrow. I looked into his eyes pleadingly- if he told his father I was talking back, I would be fired from my crappy job.

"Wrong in what way?" He asked, stepping forward and placing his hands on the desk on either side of me, leaving me trapped as I gulped. I immediately had dirty thoughts at what he was doing and felt the blush creep back onto my face.

"Um, well, I only just put it in the oven so you couldn't possibly be able to smell the cake yet." I told him, and he smirked and flicked my nose.

"Smart girl." He stated simply, brushing a loose strand of hair back from my face as we locked eyes. Only then did I notice how stunning his were- they were hazel brown with small sparks of deep green here and there.

He leaned forward, and I could feel his hot breath on my lips as my breath caught in my throat.

"Sir, what are you doing?" I asked, addressing him by his proper name and like his father always demanded I address him as.

"Shhh." He said simply, his lips brushing mine lightly as a soft gasp escaped my lips.

As he leaned in closer to kiss me, a ding sounded and we both jumped, Brendan stepping back immediately and clearing his throat awkwardly.

"That would be the cake, right on time." He muttered, and I felt my lips turning up into a smile as I grabbed the cake out of the oven, beginning to put the chocolate icing onto it.

I could feel Brendan watching me the whole time, which made me nervous. I began squeezing the icing out harder as it wasn't coming out, a growl of frustration escaping my lips. Just then I felt two hands grab me by the waist and I was hoisted up onto the bench, Brendan's face inches away from mine as he grinned mischeviously.

"Sir?" I questioned, and he placed a finger over my lips.

"Call me Brendan. Just relax, Carter. I know you're tired of being bored in this shitty job." he said, and I felt myself grimace.

Just then he started tickling my sides and I began laughing loudly, his grin showing his teeth as I tried frantically to push him away with no luck.

"Brendan!" I laughed, and just then he stopped and let me calm down before staring deep into my eyes.

I didn't know what I was thinking as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his softly, running my fingers through his hair. After a few moments I felt him beginning to kiss me back harder, his hands resting at my waist.

Just then he stopped and let his lips travel to my neck, nibbling and sucking softly as a gasp escaped my lips.

"Brendan." I whispered, out of breath when he stopped.

"Catrina, what are you doing in there?" Brendan's father called and Brendan immediately stepped away from me, dipping his finger into the icing on the cake as I stayed frozen where I was, ignoring the fact that Brendan's father had gotten my name wrong. Brendan looked thoughtful before taking his finger out of his mouth, not even glancing up at me.

"It's decent." He said before turning and beginning to walk down the hall.

After a few minutes of silence, I finally realized what had just happened- I had been kissed by Prince Brendan, the sexy Prince Brendan!

"Carly! Is the cake finished?" I heard Brendan's dad's voice call, and I didn't bother calling back. I just hopped off the bench and slid my finger through the icing, licking it.

It was pretty decent.





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