[Leif's POV — Office, continuation]
"…wow," I whispered, still gawking at Sir Roland like he'd stepped right out of my secret dream Pinterest board titled 'Hot Husky Men With Green Eyes Who Could Kill Me and I'd Say Thank You.'
The man bowed stiffly, his voice rumbling low like an avalanche. "Roland Eisenhart, reporting for duty, my lord."
My eyes widened.
TINGLE!!! SPARKLES!!! FIREWORKS!!!
DAMN IT! HIS VOICE IS HUSKY TOO. A handsome captain with a husky voice… what a combo. The ultimate combo.
I—I think my heart just rolled down to his boots. No—knelt before him. It's pounding against my ribs like it's auditioning for a heavy metal band.
Before my brain could stop me, the words slipped out. "Sir Roland… are you perhaps… interested in romancing with… men?"
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FUCK!!!! ABORT! ABORT! DAMN IT LEIF WHY DID YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!
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Silence.
