46. Private

Isabelle

"Why don't you have guards?" I asked while I walked around his well-furnished office, suspiciously glancing at everything I passed by.

"Because no one would dare to actually carelessly barge into my quarters," he replied.

"No one? Not even a bed-lady?" I rose an eye.

"No one except you," Lucian smirked, "Everyone knows there's a price to be paid if they disturb me."

I shrugged.

"By the way," he cleared his throat, "What's a bed-lady?"

I could tell he was holding in a powerful chuckle while he watched me blush at the embarrassing question.

"Well you know.." I stuttered, "one of those ladies that comes at night and gets in your bed.." I slowly crept to him.

"Yeah and what else?" He folded his hands together as his elbows sat on his desk.

"They do the only thing they know how," I stopped at the edge of his desk.

"Oh? Do tell, what do they do?" He smiled.

"They make your bed warm, of course," I winked.

Like I'd ever be embarrassed in front of that man. The sound of his laughte