*Theo*
I’d touched her.
I’d touched the girl, Ciana, and she hadn’t pulled away from me. She wasn’t afraid, nor did she seem disgusted by me.
“Here you are, Father,” I said, giving my dad the book that he’d requested. “If you would be more comfortable working in your own office, I can have whatever books you require brought to you.”
“Nonsense,” the king said, taking the book. “I am quite enjoying seeing my son with such a lovely young lady. The two of you are quite a match.” He chuckled, and my stomach twisted in a knot.
While I was happy my plan was working and we were able to fool him into thinking that Ciana was a woman of interest to me, I didn’t appreciate having to pretend like this in my own office.
And that coffee she’d brought me was dreadful! It was clear she’d grabbed that nasty banana creamer Jake uses, rather than my own. And she obviously didn’t know what a “splash” of creamer meant!