~Becklan's POV~
My eyes went wide, and my breath hitched in my throat. "Sir... what did you just say?"
Leon looked down at me, his gaze sharpening with mock sternness. "Beck. I told you to stop using 'sir'."
I shook my head, my mind spinning more from his words than the wine. "No, the other part. Can you... Can you repeat what you just called me?"
I waited, my heart hammering, hoping to hear him acknowledge my "beautiful figure" again. But Leon didn't give me the satisfaction. He turned toward the door, a faint, teasing glint in his eyes.
"Goodnight, Ugly," he tossed over his shoulder.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me stunned and breathless in the middle of the room.
I stood frozen for a few seconds, letting the silence sink in, but then a huge, uncontrollable smile broke across my face.
I grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and pressed it firmly over my mouth, muffling a scream of pure, giddy excitement.
