*Ainslee*
“Zoey, you can leave for now, thank you,” Rafe tells the maid. She hesitates, looking from him to me, as if I also need to tell her it’s okay. He’s the prince; who am I to argue with him? Well, over that anyway. I nod, and she scurries out the door, but I don’t think she’s gone too far. She’ll need to come back in a bit because I’m not sure I can unzip this dress. Thoughts of Rafe being the one to unzip it enter my mind, and I almost laugh out loud. Yeah, uh, that’s not what this conversation is going to be about.
“Well?” I ask him, folding my arms under my chest. I realize I am inadvertently pushing them up to the top of my lowcut dress, but that’s not my intention, and if he notices them, there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Well….” He is staring at my boobs for a moment befo
