The Prince And The Waitress
Music Sleepover
Naveen was in bed gently strumming his ukulele when he heard the door open. To his surprise it was Tiana in a black lace nightgown. He watched as she closed the door before giving him a luscious gaze. He returned the look with a goofy grin.
"Tiana?" He asked, placing the small instrument right behind the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand.
With saying a word, Tiana got on top of the prince and pulled off her nightgown.
Impressed with her sensuality he slid his hands up and down her sides.
Tiana closed her eyes and moaned.
"You like that, huh?" He asked in a husky voice.
She then lowered her face toward his until their lips meet in a deep kiss.
Naveen wasn't expecting to get this far with Tiana right now, but didn't complain whatsoever. And he didn't want to just carelessly have her like the others. He make love to her. So he caressed her face and whispered, "Mi benita." Wrapping his arms around her;her body pressed onto his. His heart beat quickened when he felt her soft skin against his. He had to kiss it, so he did. Beginning with her shoulders.
"Oh, Tiana. Your skin is so soft." He kissed up her neck. "So beautiful."
"Naveen." She moaned, grinding her hips on his.
Naveen groaned with his hands holding her waist. He had to look into her eyes, he wanted to see her soul. "Open your eyes for me, mi benita."
She obliged.
He then pulled her lips back to his in a heat of passion.
"Wake up." She whispered onto his lips.
"What?" He continued kissing her.
"Wake up!"
Naveen's eyes shot wide open. And groaned when he realized that it was only a dream. "I don't want to." He pulled the covers over his head, trying his best to get back to the dream before it faded from him forever.
"Boy, you better—get out of my bed!" Tiana pulled the blanket from over him.
"But it's so early." He whined. "Why are the curtains open?"
"I gotta go to work and you can't stay here." Tiana scowled, growing impatient.
"Fine!" Naveen sat up on the bed and threw the covers completely off of him.
Tiana's eyes widen when she saw him only in his very full boxers. "Oh my…" She turned away from him.
Naveen smirked at her innocent behavior and stood up. "You act as if you've never seen a half naked man before." He teased, having no shame in his game.
But she felt embarrassed because it was true. Well, she's seen some semi and fully nude men in the erotic books Charlotte showed her, but none looked as appealing and big as Naveen. 'Wait-Why am I thinking of how big he is?' She tried to clear her thoughts by shaking her head. "Just get dressed and be out of here in five minutes." She said to him before leaving the room.
Naveen chuckled. "Yeah, she wants me." Slipping on his trousers.
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He was already out of the room a minute after she left and wondered if she would be cooking anything.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked.
She snorted. "You can't be serious?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "What?"
Tiana walked over to her front door and opened it. "Get out of my house."
"Fine…I'm out of here." Naveen put his hands in his pocket while walking out. "Some southern hospitality." He mumbled.
Tiana followed and locked the door but made sure to look around to see if anyone was outside.
"Good morning!" Naveen greeted a middle age woman who just stepped out on her front porch. A next door neighbor.
"Good morning young man." Said the woman, looking at him and then at Tiana. "Good morning, Tiana. I didn't know you had a friend stay over lastnight." She smiled.
Tiana dreaded seeing Mrs. Jones, who is the gossip-queen of the neighborhood. "He missed the last streetcar that ran through here yesterday night and-
"I understand." The woman gave her a wink. "He's very handsome."
Naveen flashed her his pearly white smile. "Yes, I am."
"And arrogant, too." The woman chuckled.
"Well you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met." Naveen complimented.
"And charmin'." The woman added. "He's good for ya, Tiana."
Tiana thought that she was embarrassed when she caught Naveen in just his underwear. Nothing could top how embarrassed she felt at this very moment.
But to her relief, the streetcar stopped across the street. "You have a good day, Mrs. Jones." She got on the vehicle.
"Abinaza benita Jones." Naveen followed Tiana on.
"What's a benita?" Mrs. Jones asked in her Haitian accent.
"It means beautiful." He winked at her before streetcar finally rode off.
Mrs. Jones grinned before walking in the house.
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"…and you get right off at Maples Ave. The LaBouff estate is just five houses down." Tiana instructed.
Naveen sighed. "So much walking." He complained. "I'll simply ride to the French Quarter with you and-
"Do what? Sit in a breakfast diner for five hours?" Tiana said as her stop was approaching. "You're still going to have to walk." She got out of the ride.
Naveen followed. "But your distance in walking isn't as far as mine."
Tiana snorted. "Ya nothing but a lazy bump on the log."
He shrugged. "What's the point in walking so far when you can-
"It's Prince Naveen!" Shouted one of his fangirls.
Naveen was never a man to give up on attention and compliments from his beloved follwoing. So he grinned as the young women surrounded him.
"Come back home with me and I'll cook you a big breakfast." Offered a ginger head beauty.
"No, come home with me and I'll be your breakfast." Said a blonde beauty.
"No, I'll fix and be your breakfast." Flirted a brunette beauty.
Tiana rolled her eyes before walking into the diner.
"Ladies, ladies. One at the a time." Naveen then pulled out his ukulele. "There's enough of me to go around…why can't you all fix and be my breakfast?"
The women giggled.
Tiana stuck her notebook in her apron pocket just as Stanley sat some breakfast plates on the counter. "Goodmorning Tiana."
"Goodmorning Stanley." She went to wash her hands before picking up the orders.
Charles walked in the kitchen and wrinkled his nose when he saw Tiana. Still bitter from their date lastnight.
"Have a good night with that prince." He scorned.
Tiana rolled her eyes and ignored the man as she served the first customers. "Is there anything else ya'll need?" She asked the family.
"We're fine, cher." Responded a middle age gentleman.
"She thinks that she can talk to me any kind of way." Charles said to Stanley. "I swear, women these days needs to know their place in this world. My grandfather wouldn't have taken of her sas. I was being considerate with it."
"I don't know what ya'll two do after ya'll shifts end, but don't bring it in here." Stanley said as Tiana picked up more dishes.
Charles looked her up and down. "I wonder if she lain with him."
"Tiana?" Stanley laughed. "She ain't that kind of girl. She's one of the good ones! Leave the kid alone."
"Oh Prince Naveen, I will give you every part of me." Said a blonde. "You're amazing."
"Yes, I know I am…" Naveen then looked back and expected to see Tiana waiting for him, but to surprise she had already gone in the diner. "Well excuse me ladies, but I must catch a beignet."
The women all pouted.
He gave them a wink before walking in the diner to see Tiana pacing all over the place serving or picking up plates to dropping them off in the sink. Taking a seat at a table, he watched her walk pass Charles who didn't look too happy. "Musclehead must be bitter." He said to himself before looking through the menu. His eyes brighten when he saw beignets.
"Goodmorning sir what can I start ya with?"
Naveen grinned when he heard Tiana's voice and flashed her his smile.
She rolled her eyes and rested a hand on her hip.
"What?" He asked with humor hinted in his tone.
"Why are you following me?" She asked.
"Can't a man hunger for food without getting questioned for it?" He challenged with a grin. "I'd like some beignets."
She looked him up and down before walking over to get the pastries.
Naveen caught a glimpse of her behind and nodded. "Yeah, she still wants me."
Charles watched as Tiana applied honey and powdered sugar on the pastry and asked. "Giving your boyfriend his breakfast?"
"Not now Charles." She said.
Charles dropped a dish into the soapy sink water before coming over to her. "Must be nice to have a foreign prince save you from the big bad coloured man."
Tiana ignored the man and sat the plate of beignets in front of Naveen. "Here ya go."
"Thank you." He smiled up at her.
"Need more coffee, cher." Requested a male customer.
Naveen watched as Tiana poured the coffee into the older gentleman's cup and saw how happy she looked to be serving him. If it were him he'd hate every second working at a place like this. But then a thought came over him, what if she felt the same way when she served him? 'She deserves so much more than just being a waitress.' He thought.
If it were up to him he'd take her out of this place and let her do what she's always wanted to do. He knew that she wasn't the type of girl who didn't go out for fun. She was so serious, focused, conservative.
"Thank you, cher."
Tiana nodded her head before returning to Naveen. "Do you drink coffee?"
Naveen looked into her brown eyes and felt his heart skip a beat. 'There goes that feeling again.'
Tiana raised an eyebrow. "I guess you don't."
He shook his head. "No—I do, but I was actually hoping to have milk with my breakfast."
A small smile escaped her lips. "You love milk, don't you?"
"Probably, but your beignets also has some sort of effect on me." He flirted.
"But don't you don't want some sausage, eggs and grits?" She asked, honoured that he was enjoying her beignets, but it was her job to show him some variety. "Try something different."
"Grits?" He gave her a questioning look.
She smirked. "Since it isn't so busy here I'll personally make them for ya. It's on the house."
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Within an hour Naveen ate two servings of grits, sausages, eggs and still had one beignet left. "Ah..." He sighed and rested his hands on his flat tummy.
Charles shook his head and complained. "He's been here for two hours."
"He's got money and lots of it. He can stay as long as pleases." Said Stanley. He wasn't stupid.
Tiana sat another glass of milk on the table and crossed her arms as the prince bit into the final beignet. "I've never seen someone eat as much as you. You have Mr. LaBouff beat." She teased.
Naveen drank the milk before answering. "The food is achidonza. What do you expect?"
"Achidonza?" Tiana frowned. "What does that mean? Amazing?"
"Something like that." Naveen pulled out his wallet. "What's the total amount?"
Tiana placed it on the table. "Right here."
He looked at the amount and nodded his head before laying it on the table.
Tiana was about to leave when he took her hand.
"Wait a second." He stood up, towering over her.
Tiana gazed into his honey coloured eyes and had to use the table to keep her balance. For an arrogant spoiled prince, he sure was nice to look at. But she wasn't going give him the pleasure of telling him that.
"You sure have a way at making a man happy." He patted his stomach.
She smiled at his compliment. "You make it so easy."
"So do you." Naveen smirked. "Here's your tip." And slipped the dollar bills in her hand. "You deserved every amount of it." He gave her a wink before leaving the diner.
Tiana looked down at her hand and widen her eyes. He gave her two hundred dollars for a five dollar order. She watched him getting in the streetcar from the window.
"You must've gave him some night for that two hundred dollars." Charles stood over her from behind.
Tiana closed her eyes in annoyance. "Charles go back to cleaning the dishes." She started to walk, but was stopped by his hand grabbing her wrist. "Let go of me!"
"Once I'm done with college you'll regret not marrying me." He said darkly.
Tiana snatched her arm away before going behind the counter to add in Naveen's order.
Charles' breathing thicken as he watched Tiana's every move. Growing more angered by the minute.
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Naveen sat on the streetcar wondering why he couldn't get Tiana off his mind. She was just like every woman he's met yet she wasn't like every woman he met. She never bowed down to him, or tried to throw herself for his attention. Not once has she swooned at his presence or even seduced him...well, maybe in his dreams, but that didn't count since it was only in his head.
She was different but he couldn't put his finger on why she was. Her gestures were soft yet guarded. Plus she posed as a challenge and it wouldn't be like him to give up on one. He was thankful for his father raising him that way. But besides being a waitress, he didn't know much about her.
"Maple Ave!" Announced the driver.
Naveen rose from his seat to get off the ride. Still curious about the woman behind those beautiful brown eyes. Then he thought of an idea. If anyone knew Tiana it was Charlotte.
"Yes, Charlotte would know what to tell me. I must go to her at once..." He ran down to the La Bouff estate and remembered that he still had on clothes from the night before. "…after my shower!"
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