Lucille

“My princess.”

Lady Buckingham and I both turned. I couldn’t help that I scanned from Roman’s shoes to his dark mane, with the wonder of a lovesick teenager. His tie and suit coat were missing. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing a hint of his dark chest hair. And his sleeves were rolled up to below his elbows, giving him a sexy, casual appearance.

With each passing day, week, and month, our attraction intensified. I rarely ...