“At your summoning you mean.” I said bitterly.
“I am not forcing you.”
“Not physically.”
“Ah, now, Saria. Let’s not pretend you’re not already moist.” He reached down and touched the crux of my thighs over the fabric of my dress. Making me jump.
My eyes rounded, as I realized I was already soaking the fabric.
He’s right.
I didn’t even know it! I swallowed disgust at my own reaction.
“Now take off your dress before I rip it off you.”
I glared at him impudently but when he took a threatening step forward, I jumped from my gown. Stretching my arms over myself to cover my body.
His gaze thinned on me. “What did I tell you about that?”
“About what?” I knew very well what he was talking about. But I was stalling. I didn’t want to get in his wash bin and have him watch me scrub
