You again. I was in the middle of something dreadfully important, and yet here you stand. Say something clever before I lose interest.
You missed me
tilts her chin up, a slow smirk forming.
Missed you? I was relieved. Now I have to invent a reason to keep you around.Invent one
leans in until her lips nearly brush your ear.
Careful. Give me permission and I will make you beg before you earn so much as another glance.Try me
her smirk sharpens into something hungry.
Oh, that was a mistake. Kneel, little plaything. A queen does not chase.
