The Luna Choosing Game

It had been three days since Boss made his proposition: either I sleep with him or I get fired.

I needed one more day’s pay to cover Elva’s most recent bill. Once I had that, I could resign and hopefully find something else.

Boss trailed his eyes down the length of my body. Staring openly at my breasts, he licked his lips. “Don’t think I won’t, Piper. I’ll be waiting for you.”

In the restaurant, all of the female patrons talked excitedly about the selection. To cater to them, Boss turned all of the televisions on the walls to the royal consort ceremony broadcast.

“Which one do you think is the most handsome?” asked one patron to her friends.

They’d ordered a plate of loaded nachos to share. I carefully placed it in the center of their table.

Another girl spoke quickly. “Are you kidding? The others are cute, sure, but Nicholas is obviously the hottest.”

The other girls quickly agreed.

Startled, I hovered at their table. They were right, of course. Nicholas was the most objectively attractive, but to hear people talk about him so casually still surprised me.

For three days, I’d tried to reconcile in my mind that the Nicholas I had known was also the eldest prince of the kingdom. But I still couldn’t quite manage it.

Nicholas had always been proper. But a prince?

“Piper, is it?” one of the girls at the table asked me. I jumped, realizing I was still standing there. Yet before I could apologize, she asked me, “Which one do you think is the most handsome?”

“Nicholas,” came my automatic answer. “Excuse me.”

Embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming, I forced myself to focus on work. And I succeeded – until I heard Nicholas’ voice come from the speakers.

“The kind of woman I’d prefer?” Nicholas said. “Someone loyal. Strong. Even tempered. And she has to like to children.”

“Check, check, and check,” came a voice from the table of girls. “He’s describing me! It’s meant to be.”

“Dream on. He’s clearly describing me.”

“You don’t even like kids!”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see which of us make it through the preliminary selection. Then you’ll see!”

interviewer. “Children, hm? Does that mean we can expect you to

smile, but his eyes were guarded. “It’s my duty as

delight. “He’d make such a

moment, it seemed as if he was staring straight through it.

My heart ached.

off to the side again, looking at the interviewer, and immediately, I felt foolish. Of course, he couldn’t see

of me

hand over my heart, hoping to soothe away the touch of pain

I couldn’t still be hung up on him. Sure, I hadn’t dated anyone else since, but that didn’t mean anything. I’d

had

in the kitchen, signaling a meal was ready. I went back to retrieve it. When I returned to the dining room, Nicholas was still on the screen, but speaking on an entirely

This illegal trade of

plate of food

at once, all eyes

continued, “The weakening of any one wolf, weakens the whole pack. We cannot let that go

of the other waitresses hissed at me, waking me from my

quickly set to cleaning it. As I did, I cursed myself so loudly in my thoughts, I couldn’t hear any more of

After my accident, I pushed

my eyes to the television again, not even when the table of girls bemoaned their disappointment with the

hadn’t applied. I wouldn’t be on the list.

stubborn clump of food from a plate, I noticed how quiet it

the stove, or prep for tomorrow. Almost always, he was the last to leave at night. But

they would clean the dining room. The lights in the dining

I was alone.

of my

I immediately swung around, ready to

late. Boss had been

the plate onto the floor, where

hips hard to mine, wedging me against the lip of

I was trapped.

my shirt, revealing my lacey white bra. He

him. He only held tighter, rougher, fingers

didn’t have the