Love For Hire

It took the taxi thirty minutes once it left the city limits to reach the destination. The taxi pulled in front of a massive three-story mansion. It looked like a small palace. The exterior was tanned stone walls with tall windows with warm light coming from inside. There were balconies on both the second and third floors. The front door was frosted glass with large clay planters on either side filled with beautiful flowers.

Kinsley signed the slip that billed the taxi to LA’s Angels, which would be passed on to the client. She got out and watched the taxi drive away. Kinsley took a deep breath and ran her hands over her belly-flattening out any wrinkles she might have gotten on the drive over. She pulled on the skirt of her powder blue cocktail dress. She wore it often when she went clubbing. It had a short skirt and a low bust line. Every time she wore it, she got countless free drinks. She hoped the Prince liked it.

Walking up to the door, Kinsley ran the doorbell and waited. She was feeling a little anxious. She really hoped she could do this. She was hoping the Prince was not some ugly out-of-shape forty-something kind of guy. She did not know that there were still monarchies in this world. The only royal family she knew of was the one in England, and she was praying this Prince was nothing like Prince Charles.

The door opened, and a large man with short blond hair and a black suit looked her over. His expression was unfriendly, and she wondered if they spoke English. “LA’s Angels sent me,” she said. The man stepped aside and let her in.

As he closed the door, she heard him speak to someone telling them the Prince’s entertainment had arrived. That was when she noticed he had a very small earpiece in his right ear. “I have to search you,” the man said. “Make sure you are not concealing a weapon.”

Kinsley gave him an odd look. Her dress was skin-tight, and her handbag was only big enough to hold a condom, her ID, and her keys; just where did he think she was hiding a weapon? Kinsley held her arms up and let the man pat her down and check her handbag. He then asked her to follow him.

couches set up with the fireplace as the room’s focal point. There was a glass coffee table with candles and a few books on it. Around the couch ends were bi-level brass end tables. There was a wooden chest with sliding brass doors on the front against one wall behind the centred couch with glass flasks filled with dark liquors. There

another man walked in. He was not dressed in a suit, but his clothes were clearly expensive. He was a tall fit man with short blond hair and dark eyes. He looked like he was in his thirties maybe, and she wondered if this was the man she had come

the Prince?” She

“No. I work

“What do you do?”

he asks,” he said.

given a false name. Oh well, too late now. She’d just have to remember it next

over as if trying to judge whether or not he thought the Prince would like her. “Ok, follow me,” he

out with fine décor and beautiful paintings. When they reached the third floor, they walked down the hall. To a closed door. “You will address the Prince as Your Majesty,” he instructed as he knocked on the door. “Just wait here a moment,”