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"No, you fucking shan't."
"Hot or iced?"
"Goddammit, Ember."
Ember let out a sigh. "Oh, Your Highness. How my heart skips a beat every time you swear at me."
Ilyas looked as if he was about to fire her at any moment. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," the sheikh snarled. ""You only address me as Your Fucking Highness when you're trying to distract me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Ilyas swore, and Ember saw that losing her job was now the least of her worries, with how the demon prince was currently eyeing her throat like he was dying to squeeze the life out of it.
"Don't fuck with me, Ms. Hallman."
It was never a good thing when the demon prince called her that, and she had to will herself not to tremble.
Have courage, Woman-Who-Is-Now-Being-Called-Miss-Hallman!
If she had been able to defuse the sheikh's temper in the past, she could do so again.
Right?
Ember let her lower lip out in her best woe-is-me look, which she had painstakingly worked hard on when she was still living in the orphanage, and Christmas with Our Beloved Sponsors meant doing what they could to encourage rich people to donate for their upkeeping.
"Please, Your Highness." Ember spoke softly and soothingly. "Can't we just relax and have coffee?"
"No, damn you."
Ember, however, pretended to hear the opposite. "Very good, Your Highness. Would you like your coffee hot or iced?"
A few moments passed in tense silence, and Ember held her breath.
"Fuck."
Ember nearly sagged with relief.Thatwas the loveliest F-bomb she had ever heard, if she did say so herself, and all because it meant she had played her cards right, and the demon prince had finally decided to let this one go.
She smiled up at him, and the sheikh glowered back at her.
"Fuck."
Ember's expression turned quizzical. "Is that the Huznan word for hot, Your Highness?"
"How fucking smart of you."
Ember simply let the sheikh's sarcasm go through fly over her head and bowed as if receiving a royal command. "One hot coffee coming right up, Your Highness."
"Goddammit, Ember!"
Ember pretended not to hear anything as she walked away. The sheikh might be acting like coffee wasn't going to make things better, but it always did. While her royal bosshole didn't care much about food, he was exceptionally picky with his coffee, and it was why Ember had also secretly taken a barista course in her spare time.
The scent of fresh coffee beans filled the suite as Ember poured them into the grinder.
Note to self:AskSladeor Farica if she could reserve their cafe for a day, just in case she ended up pissing the demon prince off yet again, and she would need to bring out the big guns to keep him from firing her.
Ember hummed to herself while working on the the demon prince's coffee. Although the sheikh's suite came with its own kitchen and coffee maker, Ember always made it a point to have with them the demon prince's custom-designed espresso machine no matter where they traveled.
Ilyas still wore a hardened expression when she returned to the living room, but Ember knew him well enough to recognize that the worst had passed, and this was simply the demon prince being grumpy.
