Layla's POV

God, help me. This man was getting through to me already.

His knee brushed mine under the desk subtly, but it was enough to make my breath hitch. I hated that he noticed, still he didn’t move away.

“Princess,” he murmured, his voice a low ripple, “you remember the first rule I gave you?”

Oh yeah, I did. Clear as a day. “…From now on, be ready to answer me whenever I call you.” But it didn't matter anymore now, did it?

My throat tightened. ...