I grunted; I knew what they were. I didn’t need a lecture from him on the descriptions of Royal Companions, consorts or even exotics. I wanted to be one, a right hand to a high-ranking official—I wanted to be his hands, his eyes—but not just to any official; I wanted to be consort to Admiral Patrick.
“Yes, I know what that is,” I said. I wanted to pick his mind. I knew hearing the stories of his duties among high-ranking Imperial officers would make me far more jealous.
“To answer your previous question. Yes, I do have a boyfriend, and he’s a high-ranking commander,” I said very proudly. “Well, had, once he finds out about this… s**t! s**t! I should have known better.” I glared over at him, moving aside.
Why was he was telling me all this? And why was I revealing anything to him? I knew
