Chapter 27
Help me?
Elara Winterfell.
“Behave yourself!” He growled at me with dark eyes as his thick brows furrowed in concentration to thoroughly clean the wounds of my sole.
I gulped. But it was ticklish when his fingers grazed them! I tried to stifle my laughter, instead it came out as a moan, and I couldn't help but feel my cheeks redden in embarrassment.
“You seem to be enjoying this, don't you?” He eyed me.
I shook my head immediately. “No sir. No sir. It's just ticklish, and…"
“Did I ask you?” He snapped at me, his eyes boring holes into mine.
“I'm sorry, sir.” I whispered and tried to relax my legs.
I wanted this over as soon as possible. He was my boss, and he also had a woman — a stunning one at that. Why was my heart racing as he carefully held my legs to clean up the
