I was to clean three rooms in the guest suite and one in the royal suite. I was actually very surprised when Mrs Baxter told me this. Not everyone cleans the royal suite. So this came as an honour. Mrs Baxter must be happy with my work then.
I hurriedly got my cleaning tools out of the closet and placed them on a trolley. The closet door is an extension of the wall, so if you're not careful you could miss it. That's how there were more than three in a corridor.
I had to finish the royal room first. I was assigned to the last one down the corridor in the right wing of that suite. I pushed my trolley until I stood in front of the room. I knocked first but there was no answer. So I figured it was either unoccupied or the occupant wasn't in.
I pushed the door open and walked in with the trolley. I stationed it right next to the door and then turned around to take in the room. My jaw immediately dropped and I froze in place.
The room was humongous. Way bigger than guest rooms and probably bigger than my house as a whole if you were to add the rooms in it. The walls were white. Actually, almost everything was white, save for the carpet that was black and the art pieces that lined the walls.
There was a lounge area near the floor to ceiling windows. There was a giant king sized bed that could almost fit at least five persons. Whatever a single person needed that bed for! It was also disorganised as if someone had slept in it. So it was occupied.
I shook myself out of my trance and walked over the bed, removed all the sheets and replaced them with new clean ones. I put the comforters in place and bundled up the sheets I had removed.
I tried to put everything back in place as I cleaned. I then remembered I had to clean the closet and bathroom as well. I went into the walk-in closet and almost wondered what a single person would need all those clothes for, but then I remembered that person was royalty. And at the look of things, he was a male person.
I removed the clothes that were in the laundry basket. Well, this royalty was clean I give him that. I proceeded to clean the bathroom that was bigger than my room.
I came back in the room and vacuumed the carpet. I then got a mop to clean the uncarpeted floor. I was almost done when I caught movement in the corner of my eyes. I completely turned to find a man taking off his shirt. From my peripheral, I guessed it was Prince Alexander from his black hair and strong physique.
'How did he come in?' I wondered. I had not heard the door open and neither did I hear it close. Was he by chance able to teleport from place to place?
I was completely frozen and mesmerised as I watched the muscles on his naked back flex while he completely removed the shirt and placed it on the bed.
He then turned to face me and my breath hitched. This man should be in jail. It should be a crime for any person to look that bloody hot.
I shamelessly raked my eyes over his naked torso. From his neck, down his chest, over his tout stomach to the two contours that came from his sides and came to join to a place that I knew was hidden behind the fly of his jeans.
I felt my cheeks heat up and the butterflies flutter in my stomach. I was also acutely aware of the wetness of my core. I immediately turned around to try and hide my reaction.
I didn't know if the old 'do not speak until you are spoken to' still applied in these walls, but I didn't want to take my chances so I kept quiet, and continued cleaning as if nothing happened. But I knew better.
I heard him shuffling around while I fidgeted with my mop and then I heard the bathroom door open and close and then the running of a shower. I hurriedly finished my work and rushed out of the room like I were on fire.
I didn't want to but I cleaned the three guest rooms absentmindedly. I couldn't get the picture of him out of my head. And the man was only half naked not fully naked. But I couldn't help the spike in my heartbeat and the blush that kept on covering my face.