22 Zayed

PART THREE

“Just one word, my enchantress, and I’m yours.”

22

Zayed

“I don’t understand,” Elena whined as I followed her to our assigned room, watching the small water droplet glide from her neckline to the side of her neck and lowering between her—

“It’s because you are my bodyguard,” I answered, looking away from the distracting water droplet. Bad Zayed. “What’s the big deal? You cuddled me last week.”

“I did not cuddle you!”

“Liar liar, wet panties on fire.”

“I loathe you.”

“Aw,” I grinned at her and made a kissy face. “I loathe you too.”

The room was decent with an enormous bed, silk sheets and a huge bathroom with walk-in dresser. It also had a shelf of bathing oils, scented soaps and towels. Our clothes were already placed in the dresser, and sadly, Elena did not allow me to open her undergarment drawer even when I pouted at her.

She was a cold-hearted witch. My pout works on everyone.

“What are you doing?” I questioned her, frowning when she tried to push me out of the bathro