Something inside me…settled.
He was seated sprawled across the long velvet couch like a god, his tunic unbuttoned halfway down, exposing that wide, sculpted chest that drew far too many eyes.
He looked like sin. Dangerous. Aloof. Entirely too attractive for his own good.
And he was surrounded by females. Dozens of them.
Of course he was.
Gods, the shameless things were not even pretending to be discreet.
They surrounded him boldly, suggestively, grinding against him under the flimsy excuse of dancing. They might as well haul out his manhood and take turns mounting it right there in public view.
Yet the male looked largely unimpressed.
That perpetual scowl on his face was one I knew too well.
I snorted. Good to know I was not the only one who received it.
A beautiful courtesan—
