Orsa
Mortified? Disgraced? Humiliated? There were not enough words in any language to convey my feelings towards Kai. Goddess, I had begged him to f**k me like a two bit w***e. At least whores ask for money. For the next few days, I avoided him like the plague. For his part, he was kind. His demeanour with me hadn’t changed in the slightest. Each morning, he greeted me. His words were the same as he used with everyone else. ‘How are you?’ ‘Did you sleep well?’ ‘You look well today.’
But his eyes. His goddess damned eyes of deep whisky that could get me drunk just by looking into them for too long. Either he couldn’t disguise the way he looked at me, or he simply didn’t want to. And if I was being honest, I didn’t want him to stop. They exuded warmth and tenderness, and the few moments I
