Chapter Fourteen.
Harrison’s Point of View.
Fuck me, that was the most awkward meal I have ever had since I was a f*****g kid.
My body had been hyper aware that Princess was sitting in my dining hall. I had f*****g watched her from outside the door, before entering. One of the benefits of renovating an old office block/garage as the clubhouse was that some doors had square windows in them, the dining room being one of them.
She was f*****g perfect, her eyes lowered, not making eye contact. Don’t get me wrong. I would want her to hold eye contact with those around her, for her to build confidence and hold her own, I am not that much of a misogynist, but seeing her natural submission tendencies has my d**k all kinds of hard, wondering if that would translate into the bedroom. Or wou
