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“You can come in,” said a male voice—a voice belonging to the advisor of the king.
I sucked in my lips but quickly released them, remembering the venom they were coated in. Slowly, I walked towards the door, my fingers gently brushing aside the fabric as I ducked inside.
His muscular, tanned arms draped over the sides of the tub, his gaze briefly drifting over the curves of my body before he settled those wandering eyes on mine.
Part of me wanted to recoil, to regroup, to leave. But the stronger part of me, the warrior, the woman, stood my ground. I would play the part. Get the information and leave.
“Do you want me to join you?” said a sensual voice—my voice. Where it came from, I didn’t know.
Without moving his arm, his finger raised, pointing to the private bar that was positioned behind me. “I’d prefer a drink.”
“What would you like?” I asked, my tone honey sweet.
“Surprise me,” he said, that charismatic charm long gone, although his voice was not unpleasant or unkind.
I nodded softly, turned, and moved to the private bar. Various crystal decanters of all shapes and sizes were placed neatly on the wood top, two crystal glasses placed in front of them.
I thought I heard him suck in a breath when I turned. I rolled my eyes, not appreciating his inspection of my rear assets.
“Your hair color is quite unusual for someone your age,” he remarked.
I reached for the decanter with the dark amber liquid and poured a knuckle’s worth inside. “I was born with it,” I said as I returned the topper to the crystal decanter.
“You can have something, if you’d like,” he offered, his pleasantry catching me off guard.
“I don’t drink,” I lied, not wanting to sample my own poison.
“Water or tea, perhaps?”
I shook my head. “No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to ruin my lip gloss.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
I walked to the side of the steaming tub and offered him the glass.
His long fingers wrapped around it as he peered at its contents. A low chuckle left his lips. “I’ve never cared for whiskey.”
“My apologies. I can get you something else,” I offered, my hands reaching for the cup, but he retracted it out of reach.
An amused grin slid onto his face as he said, “It’s alright. I live by one rule.”
“What’s that?” I asked, my arms wrapping around my torso.
“I finish what I start.” He downed the glass. His muscles flexed as he lowered his arm outside the tub and placed the cup on the wood floor. “How old are you?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he examined my face, searching.
“Twenty-two,” I replied. By reflex, I asked, “How old are you?”
“I have a few years on you,” he responded with a wink.
“I do not mean to offend, my lord, but you look rather young to be the king’s advisor.”
“No offense taken,” he replied, his tone nonchalant. “I have been judged by my youthful looks on more than one occasion.”
I nodded, gesturing to his empty cup. “Would you like me to get you something else?”
“Trying to ply me with alcohol?”
