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 have a big

gave a small smile, but his eyes were guarded. “It’s my duty as a prince to continue the lineage. But, yes, I’d like to

squealed in delight. “He’d

a moment, it seemed as if he was staring straight through it. I froze in place, like

My heart ached.

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

thought of me at all

hand over my heart, hoping

me? We hadn’t seen each other in three years. I couldn’t still be hung up on

lonely. I had Elva, and I had

I returned to the dining room, Nicholas was still on the screen, but speaking on an entirely different

is something that the royal family is investigating with the utmost seriousness. This illegal trade of wolves

the plate of food

once, all eyes

of any one wolf, weakens the whole pack. We cannot let

of the other waitresses hissed at

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

my accident, I pushed myself as hard as I could, focusing solely on

even when the table of girls

on the list. Why

stubborn clump of food from a

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

were the other waitresses, who had said they would clean the dining room.

I was alone.

the back of my exposed neck. The stench

been cleaning, I immediately swung around, ready to

I was a moment too late. Boss had been expecting

knocked the plate onto the

waist, he pressed his hips hard to mine, wedging me

I was trapped.

hand ripped open the buttons of my shirt, revealing my lacey white bra. He pressed his palm

swelling within me, I struggled against him. He only held tighter, rougher, fingers biting into my hip

have the strength to