“Your behavior is unsettling—please remember you’re supposed to be my butler,” Noa grumbled, ceasing her attempts to withdraw from his grasp. “My confession wasn’t a joke, but don’t assume that it changes anything between us either. You should still keep your distance.”
“Who was it that sought the warmth of my bed?” Kyle retorted playfully.
Noa hesitated before admitting, “Me—but that’s different!”
As she stumbled over her explanation, it was evident that she was losing sight of the point she was trying to make. The suggestion of a kiss had thrown her off-kilter, and watching her attempt to find her balance again was endearing. He knew, however, that if he were to truly attempt a kiss, she would be overwhelmed.
“It appears you are more cunning than I thought,” he remarked.
“Me? How am I cunning?” she questioned, genuinely perplexed.
