Derek's voice was not a whisper. He spoke at a normal volume, his deep voice carrying easily across the silent room. There was absolutely no hesitation or shame in his words. It was a raw, honest declaration of his burning desire.
Over by the washroom door, the maids froze. They heard the King's bold, intimate words perfectly clearly.
The young maids were blushing fiercely. Their faces turned a bright, hot red. They quickly looked down at the floor, trying to make themselves invisible as they hurriedly continued pouring the hot water. They did their work as fast as they possibly could, completely embarrassed to be interrupting such a private, heated moment between the king and queen.
Marissa felt a sudden rush of heat spread across her own cheeks. She was not a shy woman, but having an audience made her heart beat much faster.
She placed her hands gently on Derek's bare shoulders, trying to calm him down for just a minute.
