The Prince And The Waitress

To Court An Heiress

Naveen and Lawrence finally made it to the LaBouff estate thanks to the help of a slender charismatic gentleman they accidentally bumped while walking through the French Quarter. Naveen was introduced to Eli and his daughter Charlotte LaBouff, who he thought was cute but a bit too bubbly for his taste. But what else could he do? With the five hundred grand his parents loaned him before leaving Maldonia he had no other choice but to swoon her. But judging by her gazes he's already did just that.

Eli also noticed his daughter's lustrous gazes and felt that it was in his place to personally take Naveen to his bachelor house and hint him early on the rules of the estate and grounds.

"Naveen as a guest of my home I expect you to respect it as if it were your palace back in Maldonia." Eli said with sternness.

Naveen nodded in agreement. "It seems fair."

Charlotte smiled from ear to ear at the prince.

"And there are to be no female guests in this house." Said the man.

"I am a one woman man, Eli." Naveen winked at Charlotte who giggled in response.

"And that goes for my daughter." Eli looked over at Charlotte.

She pouted and went by Naveen, taking his arm. "Oh daddy he is a fine gentleman."

Naveen flashed her his pearly smile.

Charlotte giggled again.

Eli couldn't help but to be happy for his daughter. Her dream of being a princess would soon come true which also meant she could depend on Naveen to buy her everything her heart desired.

"What do you do for fun in Maldonia, Prince Naveen?" Charlotte asked the prince.

"Where do I start?" Naveen looked over at Eli and tried to carefully think of an activity that had nothing to do with parties and women. "I play sports!"

"Like baseball?" The bubbly blonde asked.

Naveen shook his head. "No, no, no...sports like boxing, rugby, football-

"Football? Oh I would love to see you play sometime?" Charlotte flirted. "Did you bring a ball or two?"

"I have and I would be delighted to show you my best skills." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Charlotte moaned. "Mmm..."

Eli cleared his throat to catch their attention. "Charlotte sweetie why don't you show Naveen around? Get to know each other out in the open." He hinted by opening the door to the bachelor house. "I have some work to go over."

Naveen sighed in boredom. He would rather go out and see the town. To dance to the jazz, play his ukelele and get worshiped by all his fangirls.

Charlotte would much rather stay inside with Naveen. To feel his lips on hers, his hands on hers, his body on hers…

"Come on you two lovebirds." Eli stepped outside. "Let's get going."

"Come on, honeylamb." Flirted the she flapper southern belle, leading him out of the door.

Naveen knew what kind of woman Charlotte was and could easily get her. Just as the other heiress and princesses who were just as weak. He knew that all he had to do was snap his fingers and Charlotte would give in to his greatness. But right now he wanted to get back out in town and to play with the band, try out more of those…beignets and try to swoon that woman who caught his attention. That sassy little waitress 'with the yellow dress' he met earlier who remained nameless to him.

"Isn't it a lovely day?" Charlotte asked.

"I guess..." Naveen answered.

Both Charlotte and Naveen started down the garden. The Maldonian prince wasn't very impressed with the size of the scenery. The garden back at his palace was triple the size and the LaBouff pond looked very manmade. His was natural and crystal clear.

He also didn't fear Mr. LaBouff and honestly thought the man was a complete idiot to leave his very willing daughter alone with him. He already had her wrapped around his finger so the rules went in one ear and out the other.

"Mmm..." Charlotte moaned. She wanted Naveen from the moment she set eyes on him. With her father being home she knew that it would be impossible to sneak him into any of the rooms in the house.

She glanced up at him as they walked on and could only imagine the things he was capable of in the bedroom. If they can't spend any bedtime in any of the rooms in the estate or the bachelor house then where could they go? Her eyes brightened at knowing where to take Naveen for some privacy, and that was right behind the largest bush in the garden. It was far off for no one to see and this wasn't the first time she' brought a man over to the spot.

Charlotte was pleased that her father had already gone back in the house to finish up his work. Now all she had to do was get Naveen to fall inlove with her and she'll soon be a princess, but for now she'll be glad to be his lover. So she took his hand and led him further through the garden. "…And this is my favourite area of the garden!"

Naveen looked around and all he saw were bushes. "You like… bushes and tress?" he turned to give her a puzzled look but changed his mind when he saw her giving him a look of sensual desire.

"I never thought I'd never meet you, Prince Naveen." Charlotte stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms over his shoulders.

Naveen liked that she was willing and ready for him, but he wasn't in the mood to have her at this very moment.

Charlotte pressed her lips onto his, opening his mouth with her tongue, a moan escaping her mouth.

Naveen returned the kiss but felt that even she was rushing a bit. He was one for having sex in public, out in the open. Even with people watching but at the moment he wanted to explore more of New Orleans.

"Charlotte, don't you think that we should-

"I'm not a virgin." She grinned and cupped her hand on his member.

Naveen nervously grinned and quickly stepped away.

The blonde frowned in disappointment. "What's the matter? Don't you want me?"

"Yes, but don't you think that we should get to know each other first? All I know is that your first name is Charlotte and your surname is LaBouff." He stepped back for space.

She snorted and took his hands. "We can learn about each other right here, right now." She put his hands on her breasts. "Don't you want me?"

"More than anything." He pulled his hands away and thought, 'She's the desperae type.' "But we should take our time. Why not explore New Orleans-

"I want to explore you!" Charlotte jumped on top of him.

"Ah!" Naveen lost his balance and fell onto the grass.

"Sire! Sire, where are you?"

Naveen sighed in relief and was thankful that Lawrence called him when he did.

Charlotte put her finger on her lips. "Shh."

"Back here, Lawrence!" Shouted the prince, getting up.

Charlotte groaned as Naveen helped her up. She wondered what she was doing wrong? But her concern quickly melted away when she saw the short stout man who interrupted their romance.

Lawrence looked around "What are you doing—oh, hello there Charlotte."

"That's Ms. LaBouff to you, fatso!" Scolded the blonde before looking up at Naveen and smiled. "I will see you later. I know a place where we can go to get some much needed privacy." She stood on her tiptoe and planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving the men.

Naveen slapped Lawrence on the back. "Man I don't know if I'd ever been more grateful of your presence."

The valet raised an eyebrow. "Why would you say that?"

"Charlotte LaBouff is a true flapper. She was all over me." Naveen bragged.

The man snorted. "Right."

"No, really. I tried to act like a gentleman and then here she comes kissing me, groping me…I would've had her right then and there if I wanted to, but right now I want to see more of New Orleans. This estate is only a very small part of this great city. I want to experience it all. I want all to see the magnificent, most attractive Prince Naveen!"

"The last thing you need is to experience anything, your majesty. It's time you realize that his highness and the queen will no longer fund you anymore money until you are engaged. The five hundred grand is the last loan they gave you."

"Which isn't enough for a man like myself." Naveen then groaned. "Man, I need a drink."

"It's illegal to drink alcoholic beverages in this country." Said Lawrence.

Naveen looked at the man in disbelief. "What kind of stupid rule—who would make up such a law?"

"The United States government, sire." Lawrence answered.

"This is ridiculous." Naveen gloated. "Then what am I suppose to drink to wind me down?"

"There's always water?" The valet suggested.

Naveen sighed and began walking down the garden and back to his bachelor house. "Then water it is, fatman!"

Lawrence nodded in approval. "Swell choice, your highness...hey!" At the realization of nickname. He caught up with the prince and opened the door for him. "I'm not that fat."

Naveen smirked and walked in the house. "Keep telling yourself that, fatman."

()()()()

Tiana was outside helping her mother water the flowers they decided to plant outside their home. Eudora watched as her daughter dug through the dirt and couldn't help but to question her future.

"Do you plan on living with me for the rest of ya life?"

Tiana knew where this was heading so she remained silent.

"Babycakes…" Eudora put her hand on her daughter's, stopping her from continue digging. "…you know that I don't need ya help with this. Why don't you go out with Charles-

"Mama, I am not interested in Charles so can you please drop the subject on it?" Tiana asked, now annoyed.

"He's a strong young man. He's got a future ahead of him." Eudora pointed out.

"Being a cook at Duke's diner is a future?" She questioned her mother.

"You know that he's leaving for that coloured school in Atlanta soon and wants you to be his wife."

Tiana stood and brushed the dirt from her dress. "Mama, I don't have any plans on marrying anyone until I take care of my dreams first."

"A lot of young girls your age are beginning to settle down and marry. Georgia just got engaged to that Thomas fellow-

"Well good for her!" Tiana said, growing irritated. "Why can't we just plants these flowers without you discussing on what you want my future to be?"

"Maybe because I want to be able to see my grandchildren before I die?" Eudora said.

She rolled her eyes at her mother. "You're only forty-two, mama! You've got plenty of living before that happens…"

Eudora smiled at the thought.

"…if it happens." Tiana clarified.

Eudora's smile fell. "I swear you are the most stubborn girl I know. When I was your age-

"You were already married. Yes, mama I know!" Tiana started up the stairs to the front door.

"But Charles is a good man for you!"

"Ugh!" She groaned while walking into the house.

Charles walked down the street and tipped his hat. "Good afternoon there, Ms. Eudora."

Eudora dusted the dirt off her hands and skirt while standing. "Hello there, Charles. Looking for Tiana?"

"Yes, ma'am." He answered.

"She should be in the kitchen. Knowing how she always cooks when she's upset." She smiled.

He raised his eyebrows in concern. "What made her upset?"

The middle age woman shrugged. "She told me that you were leaving for that college in Atlanta."

Charles smirked, 'I knew she had feelings for me'. "Yes, I am leaving for Morehouse soon. Do you think she could wait for me if I um, ask her to marry me?"

"I don't see why not? It could get her to stop thinking about that restaurant and start thinking of a more realistic dream and that's having a husband." The woman desperately wanted her daughter to marry.

Charles kissed Eudora on the cheek before heading up to the house on seeing the woman of his dreams. He was pleased to see the back of her mixing something in a bowl.

Tiana heard someone walking in the kitchen and sighed. "Mama, I don't want to talk about-

"It's me, Tiana."

She rolled her eyes before turning to see Charles. "What are you doing here?" She tried to not sound rude but he was the last person she wanted to see after her discussion with her mother. And she was still annoyed at his childish behavior at work.

"I wanted to ask if you were busy tonight. I was hoping we could go out dancing." Charles said.

Tiana poured the batter in the pan. "I work tonight."

"But I thought you were off at Cals tonight?"

"I am. I also work at the Jeune et Riche. That one place in northern French Quarter."

He frowned. "That white jazz club? But aren't you concerned about getting hurt there? You are a young and attractive coloured woman. A white boy's favourite play toy-

"I could handle myself, Charles." She put the pan in the oven before heading to the icebox. "Thank you for your concern, but I don't need it."

Charles put his hands in his pockets. "You know I' m leaving for college-

"Would you like a drink?" She asked, taking out some ice. Already knowing where this was heading.

"You know I want you to be my wife, Tiana." He said.

Tiana closed her eyes. "And you know that I'm not interested in marriage right now, Charles."

He sighed. "Your mother told me that you were upset."

"Did she tell you why?" She asked, pouring the water from the pitcher.

"No." Charles lied. He was hoping that him leaving for college was the reason for her being upset.

"Look I best be getting some rest if I want to have the energy to deal with a bunch of party animals." She gave him a forced mile. "You enjoy the rest of ya day." And left the man alone in the kitchen.

()()()()

Later that evening, Naveen sat with Charlotte at a table of a jazzclub that wasn't as exciting as the music he experienced earlier in the day on his arrival. He shared a couple of dances with the bubbly blonde and couldn't get anything out of his mouth due to her talkative nature. So he just sat and listened.

"...Now if I grew out my hair do you think that your mother and father…"

Naveen groaned and looked over at an attractive woman who was also eying him.

"…and I don't know about my shoes-

"Charlotte…" He took her hand. "This music is amazing. Why don't we share a dance?"

The blonde wrinkled her nose as if he offended her. "In these shoes? We've already danced twice what more do you want?"

Naveen simply shrugged his shoulders. "I thought you like dancing?"

"Well I do but not in these shoes." Charlotte said.

"But they're only shoes! I can buy you new ones!" He didn't see the big deal with women and shoes. 'Hair products were more important than crummy shoes!' He thought.

"There are only five pairs available around the world. I highly doubt you'd get your hands on another pair." She didn't understand why he wasn't as concern for her shoes. He is a prince after all! Even if he didn't try to pursue her she wasn't one to ruin someone's goodtime. "You can go on and dance if you like."

"Well if you insist." He gave her a wink before leaving the blonde alone. Not knowing that he was actually going to meet with the woman he had his eyes on several minutes earlier.

Charlotte sighed and rested her chin on her hand. Meeting Naveen wasn't all she thought it would be. Not once has he tried to be affectionate with her. He didn't even sleep with her when she offered.

Her sadden face then softened when she saw her dearest friend in a cocktail-like waitress dress serving a group of customers beverages. She couldn't be more happier to see her.

"Tia!"

Tiana glanced over at her friend, who was waving her over.

After finishing with the customers she went over to the blonde's table. "Hey Lottie. What would you like this evening?"

"A friend." She said, her lips trembling.

Tiana saw how upset her friend looked and grew concern. "What is it?"

"It's Prince Naveen. He doesn't even seem interested in me." She poked out her bottom lip.

Tiana rested her hand on her hip. "Now why would you think that?"

"I tried kissing him but he pushed me away. I tried to touch him and he still pushed me away. I basically seduced him and he pushed me away. Maybe he's interested in men?" She wondered.

"Oh Lottie…" Tiana said as she saw Naveen and another woman leaving the building.

"I wonder where could he be? He said that he wanted to dance…" Charlotte looked around.

Tiana rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't waste any more time on him if he's not willing to return his feelings, Lottie." She tried reassuring her friend. "I should be getting back at work. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Will you come over tomorrow?" Charlotte asked. "Please?"

She knew her friend needed her. "Right after I'm done with my shift."

"Thank you, Tia." Charlotte took her hand.

Tiana gave her hand a small squeeze before leaving the depressed blonde alone as her future fiancé philanders off with another woman. 'Poor Lottie'

()()()()

Naveen lifted the dress of this mysterious brunette as she undid his trousers.

"How much can you measure up, Prince Naveen?" The woman moaned.

Naveen growled in her ear. "As long and wide as you can take it…"

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