For the next few days, Esmeralda launched a full-blown campaign to drag Argider to bed—and let's just say, she wasn't picky about the venue. The garden? Sure, who cares about twigs in uncomfortable places? The bathing chambers? Slippery when wet, indeed. The balcony? Scandal in the moonlight, darling.
Esmeralda made it hard for Argider to escape her advances, slipping in and out of her sight would result in a coquettish smile that was impossible to ignore.
But Argider was resolute in her disdain for her. Each time she appeared, she felt her temper flare, her hands clenching into fists.
She hated the way Esmeralda manipulated every situation, the way her eyes gleamed with calculated desire.
She told herself it was all games to Esmetalda, and that it was nothing more than a petty challenge. She wasn't fooled by her charms.
