Harriet’s POV
All the saliva dried from my mouth as I stared hungrily at him.
Get a f*****g grip Harriet. It’s just one f*****g time.
“Now May I ask why you aren’t asleep?” He drawled before turning and walking into the study.
I let out a heavy breath, my hand clutching my chest to curb my heartbeat before marching after him into the study.
“Couldn’t sleep my Lord.” I replied breathlessly.
Devon glanced over his shoulders to me before facing forward and pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
His ringed fingers gripped the cup before taking it closer to his lips and gulping it in one go. He licked his lower lip afterwards causing it to shine and I almost passed out when he turned back to smirk at me.
“I’m afraid that line is getting old little Harriet. Maybe you should try some
