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million chance is better than no chance. I call our hotel and announce that the Prince will be dining on our property.
     
    Not ten seconds after I hang up the phone, the entire switchline explodes with various hotel employees instructed to “stay on their toes” and meet the Prince’s every need.
     
    I sit by the phone and relax. It’s 10:15. In forty-five minutes, my shift will be over and I’ll be free to go home, get naked and pleasure myself to that mental image of my hands all over Prince Julian.
     
    Time flies by. It’s ten minutes until 11:00. Robert, the night shift concierge, is already here and ready to relieve me. Technically, I can not leave my post until 11:00, so we just stand together and begin to talk about the Prince.
    “So is the guy an asshole?” Robert whispers to me.
     
    “The Prince is a really nice, down to Earth guy.”
     
    “No crazy requests?”
     
    “Well,” I say with a smile. “He had me give him a rubdown by the pool.”
    “Oh please. I hope he doesn’t ask me to do that!” Robert exclaims.
     
    “Hey, if the Prince wants a rubdown at 3:00 a.m., you can wake me up at my apartment and I will be down here in ten minutes,” I say with a laugh.
     
    11:00 p.m. Time to clock out. As I walk away from the desk, the phone rings. I am almost tempted to grab it just to wish the Prince a good night. As I am about to leave the lobby, Rob calls out to me, “Amy, the Prince would like to speak to you.”
     
    I look back at Rob. Perhaps, Prince Julian still thinks that I am on duty. Of course, why would he know my schedule. I walk back to the desk and pick up the phone. “How may I help you, Your Highness?”
     
    “The previous concierge just informed me that you are off-duty. Perhaps you would like to have a drink with me.”
    I don’t say anything for a moment. I am wondering if I having some sort of daydream.
    “Hello?” the Prince asks. “Are you there.”
     
    “Your Highness?! Of course, I would love to have a drink with you.”
     
    “Excellent. Why don’t you join me at the balcony to my suite.”
     
    “I shall be there as soon as possible, Your Highness,” I say as I hand the phone back to Rob.
     
    “What happened?” Rob asks me.
     
    “Um, I think the Prince just invited me up to his suite.”
     
    My colleague leans into me and warns, “You know it is strictly against policy to have any relations with any guest at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel.”
     
    I freeze for a moment. This could get me fired. Then again, the manager told me that I should never reject anything the Prince requests.
     
    I look at Rob and tell him, “I’m just fulfilling a request from the Prince.” I nervously walk on over to the elevators and get inside.
     
    I take the elevator to the Penthouse floor. The doors open and I am met by several members of the Prince’s security detail. They seem well aware that I was coming up to see the Prince. They nod as I walk down the hall to the Presidential Suite.
     
    I nervously knock on the door. After a few seconds, the door opens. I am shocked to see that the Prince himself has opened the door.
     
    “Good evening, Your Highness.”
     
    “Hi Amy. Welcome inside.”
     
    I walk into the suite and instantly feel at ease. And why not, I am technically off duty. Of course, I am still at my place of employment so things still are a little awkward. The Prince welcomes me out to the balcony where a candlelit table awaits.
     
    “May I get you something to drink?” the Prince asks me.
     
    “Your Highness. I should be the one offering you a drink.”
     
    “Nonsense. You are no longer on duty. You are my guest,” Prince Julian insists. This is so weird. The Prince is standing there awaiting my orders.
     
    “I would love to have what you are drinking,” I say.
     
    “Great choice. I am having a fine bottle of Domaine de la Romanée Conti Montrachet 2008,” the Prince informs me as he pours me a glass. I have no idea what kind of wine this