*Varek*
The door slams behind me, and I stalk down the corridor with my fists clenched tight at my sides. I’m hard and more frustrated than ever.
The gall of the little Solaran princess in that damnable red dress, grinning at me like she’d won. She hasn’t won anything but more of my irritation. Who does she think she is? What gives her the gall to mock me? Apparently, I haven’t scared her enough. It’s too soon to present her to anyone. She isn’t broken, and what little headway I had been making is gone because my c**k reacted to the simple sight of her.
I picked the red dress because I have always hated the color. Whatever Tamsin did to it overnight made Fiona look good enough to feast on.
My c**k twitches, as traitorous as ever and aching. I turn down the hallway, gritting my teeth a
