"Then Lady Charlotte, give me a kiss."
A clear, melodious female voice echoed through the private dining room, overriding the clinking of knives and forks, while concealing the delicate symphony produced by slender heels tapping the floor and sheer stockings softly rustling.
Charlotte hadn't expected at all that the compensation Astrid would request would be something so difficult to describe.
Strictly speaking, considering their intimate relationship, cuddling together under the same blanket in the same bed, a mere kiss didn't seem excessive.
Yet, to bring it up in this context... felt strangely awkward somehow.
Gazing into Astrid's bright, crimson eyes, her long, fine eyelashes fluttered like tender petals encircling the heart of a flower. Her eyes sparkled, radiating an irresistible charm even without closer inspection.
