The King's Maid

Chapter 4

Erika’s POV

“Hmm, you’re a nice-smelling cunt!”

I ignored the comment, no matter how much it made my blood boil. Because honestly what’s the difference between this douche and any other I f****d to get what I wanted? It was just female appeal, and it was what I had. Why not use it to at least do me some good?

Hey, don’t judge!

Or at least not until I’ve explained…

I was a woman in a man’s world, an agent! I would never be seen as an equal, they wouldn’t even look at me like someone who actually could get some work done; to make tough choices and dare to take all the risks. All throughout the academy and all my internships, they told me loud and clear that I’d never amount to anything.

Just like my daddy used to tell me…

So, when the first guy approached me to exchange s*x for what I wanted--- hell, it was just s*x! I know I should have punched him in the face, broken a couple of his bones, and reported it, but it would be a typical case of ‘he said/she said’ scenario. All I’d get was a suspension, a blight on my resume, and the risk of never seeing a day on the field - ever!

After that, it was just one thing after another. One jerk swapped for another and I kept telling myself, it was just s*x! Yet no matter how many times I thought that, I could never really get rid of the guilt that settled in my stomach. The gnawing feeling, that I was selling my soul. I couldn’t understand it. Why should I feel guilty? It wasn’t as if the men were all innocent and didn’t know what we were doing and what came out of it in the end…

It was just s*x exchanged for one step closer to what I wanted!

That didn’t stop the guilt though…

Luckily over time, I’d gotten better at pushing it aside and ignoring it. Now I just felt a tinge of hollowness; a slight prickle at my gut, before it went away.

“Bend over and give us a better view!”

The asshole shouted again--- and I needed another deep breath.

Seriously?!

I’d met them at security and because it was my first day at work, I had to be patted down and escorted to the main office to meet the Head Maid, Mr. Miller. He was the very definition of an English butler but with a good wit about him and a great sense of humor.

I liked him right off the bat and was strangely looking forward to starting this assignment, despite the sexist-as-s**t circumstances that landed me this job.

You know--- that fact that I have boobs!

Something that my two escorts also seemed to have noticed…

“Stop that, Oscar,” the other guard suddenly growled low – earning him some brownie points. “You’ll get us both into trouble!”

I tried to keep my walk relaxed and not bothered by the jerk behind me. But the reality was, that knowing someone was watching my ass and my nerves made me walk like a penguin.

Anyone else has that problem?

“Get in trouble over a little p***y like her?” Oscar snorted and scoffed. “No one is going to believe her anyway and if she feels like talking, we’ll just have to show her how to keep her mouth shut!”

I suppressed a growl and leased my wolf before she unsheathed her claws. The bastard infuriated both of us to no end! And sure, we’d done worse to get to this point, but that didn’t mean we were some kind of meek, submissive b***h!

My wolf was smaller than most – because when you’re immune to silver and have healing powers, who needs to be strong and big, right? (Note: sarcasm!) – and because I couldn’t shift in front of anyone, my parents taught me to tell people I was latent.

Aka, I had a wolf but couldn’t shift.

Not that that ever tempted her to be anything that she wasn’t. She was fierce and in no way a doormat. She hated everything I did to get where I wanted and if it was up to her, several of our superiors would be dickless d***s by now. Keeping her under lock and key was sometimes a full-time job.

But damn, I loved her.

She was so beautiful in fur – pure white and her silver eyes shined with pride and power. She was small but flexible and fast. She was a fireball of passion and life and I---

I was slowly killing her…

“You know Giles won’t put up with it,” the other guy replied, and my respect for the guy was slowly rising. At least he was trying to keep his voice low and seemed to be as irritated by the Oscar guy as I was.

“That dusty old vamp is nothing but a glorified paper-pusher for the king,” he frowned, but quickly his tone turned humorous again. “Be honest, man! You’d do her if she’d let you.”

“Keyword: if she let me!” The other one sighed. “ I’m not one to take advantage of a woman.”

I inwardly sighed dreamily.

Why couldn’t the world have more men like that?

“Due!” Oscar snorted out a short laugh. “She’s practically begging for it!”

Oh. My. Goddess!

Think about the mission! I chanted to myself. Focus on the mission! Nothing is more important than the mission!

With those kinds of thoughts, I pulled myself together and kept on walking. And to my relief, it worked! I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin, feeling confident I could do this! I could do this and---

And that son of a b***h just smacked my ass!

I saw red!

Screw the mission!

*

LJ’s POV

“YOU SEXIST SON OF A b***h!!!”

We lifted our head away from the phone and turned in the direction of the voice.

That sounded like---fun!

So of course, we headed that way. The voice was distinctively female, but the level of rage and pure determination to inflict pain, reminded us of Mom when she got really pissed. Like the time when she caught us and Luka stealing booze, and we got Landon and DJ to drink it and---

Erm… never mind!

Our ear still hurt thinking about it…

We turned the corner and--- well, we’re not really sure what we saw!

One guard was airborne for a second before he was flat on his ass and a blond female was on top of him, twisting his arm, making him scream out in pain. Judging from the uniform, she was a maid – black pants, white shirt, and a black apron – but the way she kicked ass---

She might be the girl of our dreams…

The other guard, Emmet, was staring at the scene, flabbergasted. His eyes were seconds from dropping out of their sockets, making us grin. He was new and young, but we liked the man. He just needed to learn that if someone was attacking his partner – even someone with an ass as nice as this maid had – he should act; not gawk…

The woman looked up, giving Emmet a cold glare, daring him to do something about it. We could see, that if we didn’t step in now, someone was going to the hospital. We took in a deep breath and hid our amusement behind a straight face.

“Emmet,” we cut in with a harsh tone, walking towards them with long strides. “What seems to be---” We glanced at the downed guard, Oscar, and realized that he had a broken nose, a missing tooth, and a black eye. Damn! She really let him have it!

“---The problem?” we finished and looked back to Emmet. But the barely hidden smile on his face told us--- damn it!

We’d just missed the really fun bit!

The woman spun towards us--- and our breath caught. She was stunning! No--- Gorgeous! No--- B-beautiful! No---f**k! What’s next after beautiful?! Because that would be her! She was tall and had a toned, yet curvy body that the black and white, formfitting uniform only enhanced. Her soft, golden blond hair looked like white sunshine, and her pure, sky-blue eyes were burning with passion and fire, as she stared us down.

“Who are you?” she barked, seemingly ready to fight us too if necessary. Involuntarily, our lips curved into a smile.

Cute!

“I’m the person you have to convince to get out of trouble,” we replied in a calm tone, giving Emmet a silent command to pick up his friend before we turned our attention back to the gorgeous blond. “Who are you?”

She looked surprised, perhaps even stunned for a split second before she gathered her bearings and straightened.

“I’m Erika Johansson,” she said, sticking her chin out, as she stepped away from Oscar. “I was supposed to start my new job here today as a maid, but…” she mockingly pointed to the man behind her and shrugged innocently. “I got delayed!”

“I see,” we murmured, taking a last look at the situation. Emmet was picking up a grunting and groaning Oscar, who had a couple of choice words for Ms. Johansson that we instantly disliked. We suppressed a growl, and we realized, that if we had to look at him one more second, he’d really do some damage to him.

“My office!” we barked at the woman – and turned around to leave before we did something, we’d have to clean up later…

“What?!” the stunning blond sputtered, her anger evident in her tone. “But they…!”

“Go with him!” Emmet cut her off, probably trying to help her. “He runs things around here. Go!”

We could practically hear the wheels turning in her head, debating if staying really was worth the trouble and just stomping away like an angry teen. But luckily, she reconsidered whatever option she pondered and spun to follow us; albeit be it reluctantly.

We grinned.

We really liked her!

We opened the door to our office, holding the door for her as she stomped in, all of her defenses on high alert. Her body was stiff and rigid, and her jaw was clenched so tight, we swore we could hear her teeth crackle.

“Tell me,” we said in a much calmer and gentler tone, heading to our desk. “What happened?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” she instantly barked. “He totally---!”

We accidentally cut her off with a loud groan, when we ran our foot so hard into the desk, that it rammed into the wall hard enough to bounce back. With a curse, we caught it--- and pretended that just didn’t happen. Being a f*****g Dire Wolf sucked ass! We didn’t know how mom put up with it all these years; we were f*****g running into furniture, walls, and doors like they hated us!

“Was asking for it--- are you ok?” Ms. Johansson finished her sentence, her voice laced with concern. We ignored the comment and gestured for her to take a seat while we did the same.

“And what?” we grinned at her, knowing we were provoking her. But we liked seeing the fire in her eyes. “He didn’t say please?”

We quickly scanned her file. She had been interviewed by Mr. Miller and approved but hadn’t finished basic training yet. And she was starting today, so why was she here, if all the paperwork had added up? She should be with Laila, the head of the household…

“Asshole,” she mumbled, too low for even ordinary werewolves to hear, so we had to ignore it and not smile at the refreshing attitude. “And no, he didn’t say please, when he decided to feel up my ass.”

And that’s one way to kill the mood!

“He harassed you?” we glanced at her, and all humor faded.

“YES!” she hissed, looking more like an angry feline than a wolf! She then threw herself back into the chair and angrily crossed her arms over her chest. “Not that you guys would believe me---”

“Because a maid in a uniform MUST be begging for it, right?” I cut her off, already knowing where this was going. She huffed in response, but it was as good a confirmation as any. We’d known for a while that Oscar had an attitude problem, but we never thought he would take it this far. He had a mouth on him that put most sailors to shame, but we’d never heard of any physical abuse.

That made us wonder what else they didn’t tell us!

We growled lowly at the thought. Damn it! One of the first things we noticed when we took over office, was how medieval their way of thinking was. Drinking on the job was acceptable to most of the guards and no one ever questioned how a job got done; just that it got done, no matter who or what got hurt in the process. But my personal favorite had been the claim that they could keep women as property!

That was a fun day…

(Note: sarcasm!)

Apparently, Oscar had been one relic we hadn’t gotten our hands on yet, we thought, blood-hungry… But right now, we had other things to deal with…

“Listen,” we said carefully to choose our words wisely. “I don’t know what to say---”

“Here we go again…” she muttered, again too low to hear so I had to ignore it, despite my curiosity about what she meant about that.

“But to deeply apologize and assure you, that this will never happen again,” we finished--- and enjoyed the stunned look on her face.

“What?!”

We lifted one eyebrow. She didn’t expect that? We frowned slightly and wondered why that was, but decided to ask about it later. She looked cute being put off…

“You can take the rest of the day off and come again tomorrow,” we continued, enjoying how her jaw hung slightly loose while she gawked at us with wide eyes. “The guards at the entrance – or anywhere else in the castle for that matter – will never touch you or any other maid, without permission ever again.”

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of more times, looking like a fish out of water. A very cute fish at that and we found ourselves wondering what it would taste like, taking those red, voluptuous lips into our mouth and sucking on them…

“Y-y-you-you---,” she tried a couple of times, shaking her head as if to clear it. “You believe me?”

We forced our attention away from her lips – and the growing hard-on we were getting – and tried to focus on her eyes. Not that it helped much. They were so beautiful…!

“Do we---I-I have a reason not to believe you?” we asked, hoping she didn’t notice the slip-up. Damn! She was just too distracting!

“No!” she gasped as if abhorred by the suggestion.

“Then I believe you,” we replied, shrugging our shoulders nonchalantly, and leaned back in our chair. Again, she looked stunned and moved slowly and uncomfortably in the chair. And instantly we thought of a million and one ways to make her feel better. To slide our hand down her pants and sensually play with her c**t, while f*****g her mouth with our tongue. Letting her feel what we’d do with her if she was naked and under us and---

Damn it!

We tried to shake our head when our c**k started to press against the unforgiving metal of the zipper. Didn’t we get laid just last night? Why were we acting like a 14-year-old virgin?!

“I-I…,” she stuttered, carefully glancing up at us again. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

We grinned, satisfied with the result in front of us. Her walls were down and the fire of rage in her eyes had dimmed down to a simmer, making her eyes swirl with passion and life.

Beautiful…!

“I have a feeling you’re not the type of person who’s at a loss for words a lot, ha?” we asked, smiling and hoping to put her a little more at ease.

“No,” she smiled nervously, but now that she was getting her bearings again, we could see the walls coming back up and the slight hint of vulnerability she’d shown us was gone. She now eyed us like a man with ulterior motives.

We sighed.

So much for doing the right thing for the right reasons – but it sort of came with the territory of being born with a d**k.

“My mom was a maid and because of that, people made a lot of assumptions about her,” we explained. “I just want people to be treated the way they deserve: with respect.”

She actually looked confused. Her brows knitted together as she quickly gave us a once-over.

“You’re not like most other guys I’ve ever met,” she mused, her tone relaxed but her body language leery. “I was sure I’d lost my job right now.”

“Of course not,” we frowned – but then we couldn’t help ourselves and did the only thing we knew how to, to put women at ease: flirt! “And don’t let the suit fool you! I’m as much a son-of-a-b***h as the next guy – I just so happen to do it in style.”

Her laughter was worth it!

“Are you flirting with me?” she asked, playfully narrowing her eyes at us. Aka, she didn’t mind the flirt.

Lucky us!

“A bit,” we shrugged, smirking and a bit too pleased with ourselves. “You’re gorgeous. Sue me!”

“I think I’d like to try and redeem myself first,” she replied, gracefully putting me down, and stood up to hold her hand to me. “And thanks. For everything---erm…” Her eyes flew to the name tag on my desk--- and they widened in shock when she read the name. “Levi J. Stone?”

“Levi Junior, but LJ is fine,” we replied, sticking to the name we’d been called from birth.

“LJ,” she replied, and we couldn’t help but notice how perfectly our name rolled off her red lips. “Are you by any chance related to Alpha Levi Stone? Of the Black Lunar Pack?”

That she instantly made the connection didn’t really surprise us. Most werewolves knew about Mom and Dad – the unlikely Dire and Bloodlusted Wolf pair that fell in love and now run the pack with a grace and right that put most alpha pairs to shame.

“Yes,” we replied, not explaining further. If she turned out to be some kind of fan girl, we wouldn’t want to end up in the same situation as Dad had with his stalker, Angela Winters…

Now that’s a horror story if there ever was one!

She stalked Dad and just when the entire business with the Vampire King had finally settled, she’d attacked them all over again. But this time she didn’t just try to have Mom and Dad killed, but Aunt Rita and Uncle Mick as well, by setting the pack house on fire. Dad had no choice but to banish her to a mental institution.

Luckily Ms. Johansson didn’t give us those kinds of vibes.

She nodded, respecting that we didn’t want to discuss it further.

“Sweet,” she breathed, clearly disappointed that we didn’t elaborate. “I’ll see you around then, LJ.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Johansson,” we replied, getting up and opening the door for her – and liked how she was pleased, yet put off by the gesture.

“Please,” she gulped, again smiling nervously and slightly annoyed at being sideswiped again. “Call me Erika.”

“Erika,” we echoed and smiled, knowing it was the kind of smile that made women melt into a puddle. And our powers didn’t disappoint when she blushed and swallowed hard. And we had to bite back a grin when she did a cute little curtsy before fleeing through the door. We took one last glance at her curvy ass just before she left and realized something…

We’d chosen the worst possible time to go celibate!