Ambryan fell on his side.
He propped an elbow on the pillows, angling his body towards Eve. The skirt of her ballgown laid under his legs. He shrugged off the jacket for additional comfort. A soft sigh escaped his lips. It seemed like his previous intentions would have to wait.
Despite his relaxed demeanor, Eve stared at him with horrified eyes. She sat halfway up and waited for him to respond. Bits of her hair came loose from the braids and stuck out in different directions.
"Do you really think I'm a fool?" Ambryan asked, raising an eyebrow. "How could I not recognize my own secretary? You specifically mentioned not to bring her anywhere you'd be."
Eve didn't buy it. She scoffed and said, "Last time I checked, Sir Hathaway, you had the impression that Mikael was my boyfriend. It even came to the point where it caused a little riff between us."
