His mouth tipped, shameless.
“Still haven’t slept with a soldier though…”
Her pulse jumped.
She drew back a step, steadying the robe’s tie.
“No—you’ve only a secret door to your—”
“Bedroom,” he finished, amused.
She stepped into the orb-lit corridor, eyes everywhere.
“Does yourwifeknow about it?”
A smirk. The wall slid shut.
“Shall I lead you like a thief past the guards, or like a prince in his own house?”
“It depends,” she said. “Do the walls have ears?”
He caught both her hands.
“I’ll get you to sunrise without a single scandal…”
A flick toward his bedroom door.
“And if we’re very good… we’ll still deserve one.”
She tugged.
He held a heartbeat longer, then let go with a grin.
“You’re everything they say you are,” she huffed, pacing.
“And you’re as curious as a maiden roaming barracks.”
His tone dipped, dangerous.
She cut him a look.
“Too familiar, love?”
A raised brow. A bitten lip.
Her fingers found the next seam.
“I’ll have you know he didn’t take me when he had the chance. He waited.”
“Pitiful.”
“Noble.”
“Boring.”
She pressed the door—
his bedroom.
