The book snapped shut.
"Bend over."
"Wh--at?"
Zezi's eyes widened.
No, no, no, NO!
"I must find out my feelings for you one way or another. Now. Bend. Over."
No, he did not just say that.
"Your...Majesty, pl-please I---I--- can't." Oliver's voice sounded like it was muffled with tears and the image that flashed through Zezi's mind from that one thought, sent her blood boiling.
Has her mat--the King lost his mind?
"Iwasonlyjoking, your Majesty. I-was-only-joking!" The words sounded jumbled and came out with a squeak. "I really don't want a dick in my ass, please!"
"I was only joking too. You should be laughing."
Zezi froze.
What in the sick humour was that?!
Silence fell for a slight second, the next thing Zezi heard was the scrapping of the chair against the floor and someome stumbling right out of the library with a speed too fast to be safe.
Did Oliver just run out of the library liked a scared rat?