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You're a personal chef. It's the end of a long shift.
"El it's fine. All the trays are clean, I just need to take them to the car" She hugs you and you wave her off.
The guests are starting to leave. It's rare that any of the Targs come in, so you quickly call your roommate, Clown.
"Hey how's your day been sweetie!" Clown is on the couch Netflix binging as usual. It's probably a Sex and the city marathon.
"Tiring but okay!" You nod.
"They must like you!" Clown sucks on a Cherry Dr Pepper. "This is your third Targ event this month!"
"I doubt it" You slide onto the counter, and reaching for a spare glass of wine. "I'm probably the cheapest or som....."
They get interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
You instantly recognize him as one of the Targaryens. He's tall, blonde, wearing a Targ cloak. There's an intense aura about him when he steps into the kitchen. The room instantly heats up somehow. You instantly end the call, and slide off the counter.
"Good Evening Sir, How can I help?" You ask flustered.
"My Dear you don't have to stand for attention for me" The man looks around the room.
"You're a royal Sir, staff have to do that, we were instructed to" You bow.
"You don't anymore. You're officially off the clock. You calling your boyfriend to pick you up?" He glances at your phone.
"It's a sunny evening. I'll be fine driving back" You tepidly take one sip of wine. Before putting the it on the counter. "So....which member of royalty are you?" You shift your arse back onto the counter.
"I'm Prince Maekar Acacius Targaryen" He introduces himself. "My brother organized this evening"
"So he's the dark haired guy who hired me" You remember. "He's super nice"
"Where's the bottle?" Maekar asks. You point to the tray of Wine bottles near the oven. He grabs one and sits a couple of feet away from you. "I take it you're the oldest daughter of the family?" He guesses.
"Piss off, do I look that haggard?" You chuckle, until you realize that you've just sworn. "Sorry"
"Don't worry, I swear more than I should too" He admits taking a swig of wine. "I try to reign it in for the ladies though" He winks. "The food was excellent. You and your team will be getting a healthy tip from us"
"Oh don't do that!" Your forehead puckered. "So.....you've got three brothers? Are you the second oldest?" You guessed.
"I'm the youngest" Maekar's head turns away, but you can see his eyes narrow.
"Oh so you're the most pampered, coddled and spoiled!" You nudge him. "That's good to know"
You flick your foot up as he taps your knee with his index finger.
"Careful. I enjoy you, but be careful" He says with a light liberated tone that confuses you.
"Do you enjoy me enough to promote me?" You cross your legs. "An instagram post from a Targ will go along way" You purr.
You watch him swing the wine bottle with his fingers.
"I like a woman with a little spunk" He taps your thumb with his own,
Throwing caution to the wind, you cup a hand over his. "If this was a different setting, I would think you're trying to seduce me" You quickly move your hand away, chuckling, taking away literal pressure.
"Who says that I'm not?" Maekar kisses you lightly on the mouth.
His grey blue eyes are open as he calmly pressed his lips against yours.
You freeze with shock.
You haven't even blinked before the Prince is gone.
It's around Eleven PM When you get a Ping on your phone from Apple Pay.
"Shhhhhiiiittttttt!!" Clown practically jumps on you in bed. "You got a Five thousand dollar gift gurl!"
"Ughhhh!!!" You reach and turn on the lamp. Clown dumps the phone on your sports bra. And sure enough, you have Five thousand dollars from TargCon. Obviously a Targaryen company. "Shit!" You growl. "That's not what we agreed!"
"What???? Did they rip you off?" Clown asks.
"No, it's way too much!" You protest.
"Hun there's no such thing as too much money!" Clown turns on your main light. "What the fuck did you to the Targ boys to get Five thousand extra bucks?" Clown crosses her arms with interrogative eyes.