The lecherous side in your eyes

Dante stared at me. "You are thinking that I love you."

"Erm…" I blinked at him. How did he guess? Were my thoughts showing on my face? I wiped my sweat with my arm. "I am not thinking anything like that."

"You are raping me with your eyes," He spoke as if he was telling me a fact. "You have done enough. Go back to your room."

"My room?" I had a room? I looked at him with expectation. I also wanted to take a bath. My clothes were dirty too.

"The other door in the sitting room," He exhaled. "Take a rest. I will see you later."

Though I was highly reluctant, I went to that room. It was smaller than his bedroom, but there was no layer of dust anywhere. The wooden bed was small and unstylish; however, the bedsheet was clean. His servants must have maintained the place after he was gone. I opened a small wardrobe. To my surprise, there were female clothes.