Warren was playing the part of the king!
I could hardly believe what I was seeing, and I was certain I was gawking at him.
“Ah, I'm glad you're here," he said as he turned and walked toward me. His hands were folded behind his back, and he looked quite regal and important, much like he did in real life, but with an air of arrogance about him I'd never seen with Warren before.
“I brought you your favorite dessert," I purred, trying to sound, um, seductive, I guess? That was hard for me.
“Put it down," he said. “That's kind of you, but I'm afraid I'm not in the mood for dessert."
I set the cake down on a side table, along with the two plates and two forks I'd managed to bring along with me. I could tell by his expression that whatever it was he was going to say to me, I wasn't going to
