"You..." Her heart was palpitating like it would come out anytime soon.
"Serving me includes wiping my body too," The man stepped closer to her and she cowered back slightly, "But you aren't fulfilling your duties well, are you?"
How could he think she was going to wipe his body? It was impossible. She was fine with her gardening and was stuck with this job for a day.
Suddenly reminded of something, she glanced at the man in front of her. He was naked in the bath. How did he wear his clothes so fast? She blinked, her face turned red realizing the direction of her thoughts. Why did it matter how he wore his clothes anyway?
"Look at that little face going all red. Having thoughts about me, huh?"
Esme lacked words to describe what was going on in her mind, "You are the Prince," A whisper left her lips. A statement sounding like a question.
"What do you think?" The man raised an eyebrow, neither denying nor accepting it.
