Page 32 of The King's Boy

I cut small strips in the bottom of the shirt and then tied each strip into a loop. I tied two of the brighter colored ties together and then threaded them through the loops.

Once that was all done, I pulled the shirt on. The solid section fell to my belly button, leaving just the barest bit of skin exposed. It wasn't the best outfit I could manage, but one I added one of King's black Fedora hats, I looked halfway decent.

Well, decent anyway.

There really wasn't a lot of color in this outfit.

It wasn't like I could do much about it until I got back to my travel bag, which was sitting in the closet of a friend. I had been staying there for the last few days.

My eyes went to the bedroom door when I heard someone knock. I walked over and hesitantly pulled it open to find an older woman standing on the other side with a tray of food in her hands.

"Good morning, young sir. Master ordered breakfast for you."

Oh, food was good.

I smiled as I stepped back and allowed her to enter. "Please, call me Spencer."

"Yes, sir. Everyone calls me Mrs. Anna." She set the tray down on a small table near the window before turning, clasping her hands together in front of her, and smiling.

It was a nice smile.

"If anything is not to your liking or if you would prefer something else—"

I gave the tray a quick glance. "No, it looks wonderful. Thank you."

I might not be master of the manor, but I was no dummy. I'd worked enough odd jobs over the years to know to always treat the help as if they ran the world, because they did. Captains of Industry might think they did, but they were nothing without the worker bees.

The woman's smile was welcoming and that gave me an idea. "Would you by chance know where I can find a little make-up?" I waved my hand down the outfit I had fashioned. "This was all I had to change into, and it leaves a little to be desired."

There was a minute lifting of grayish eyebrows, but then the smile grew even wider. "I believe I can find something. Eat your breakfast and I'll bring you something."

"Thank you so much." It wasn't like I planned to spackle the stuff on, but a little eyeliner and lipstick could make all the difference in this outfit.

I sat down at the table and began to eat the breakfast the woman had brought me as I waited for her return. The food was surprisingly good and there was a lot of it. I hadn't even eaten half of it before I had to lean back in my chair and pat my full tummy.

Made me wonder what dinner might be like around here.

Too bad I wouldn't be around to find out. Once I got out of here, I planned to get my bag and hightail it to the train station to catch the next train out of New York City.

Somewhere was waiting for me.

Last night had been mind blowing, but King was definitely detrimental to my peace of mind. He made me think about things I had no business thinking about, like having a permanent home, one that belonged to a mob boss.

What had I been thinking?

Well, I knew what I had been thinking. I had wanted one more night in King's arms. I had gotten my wish, just not in the way I thought I would. Yes, the sex was great, fantastic, but I'm not sure how I felt about the fact that he had fucked me to get me to agree to stay.

Total dirty pool.

When someone knocked at the door, I hurried over and pulled it open. It was Mrs. Anna. I stood back so she could come in. She handed me a small make-up bag before heading for the breakfast tray.

"Are you done eating, sir?"

"I am, thank you." I held up the bag. "And thank you for this. I'll return it just as soon as I am done."

"If you want to leave it here on the table, I can pick it up later."

I nodded and then held the door open so she could leave since her hands were full holding the tray. As soon as she was through the door, I closed it and then headed for the bathroom.