"Well, if I knew I would get a view like that I would have asked you to take my shoes off every night." He said and sat upright.
Mauve looked away from him. There was no way she would be able to look him straight in the face after he just said something like that.
"I'm not your servant," she mumbled, still looking away from him.
"Of course not," he sounded closer.
She yelped as she was suddenly pulled forward. Next thing she knew, she was pinned by her wrists to the bed with Jael hovering above her. It was annoying how lightweight she was because Jael certainly took advantage of that.
She looked up at him and his eyes glowed back at her. She realized his shirt was off, when did he take it off?
He suddenly falls forward but lands on the side of her as he lets go of her wrists. He rests on his right elbow and stares down at her.
